This is a song about "Not sure"

They can't deal with me, i got a deal now

It's clear to me now, but i am not sure how

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Im not saying goodbye, because im sure we'll meet again

Kick game henry bitch, bonjour

Won't hear about you no more, i'm sure,

Hit it with a picket cricket wicket, make sure not to miss it, switch it up,

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

I make sure to not finish i rap until the mic is bleeding

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

(not really sure what im doing)

I was born to do the damn thing

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Not sure if you have noticed

But make sure if they cant see to not

Murdered every bod from my squad