This is a song about "They know me"

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

We about to set this bitch on fire

Bitches try to fake me, but they know they'll never shake me

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away

Willing, gotta hand in blackjack so you know i'm dealing. they call me hustler j,

Yeah, i see they looking at me like they know me

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Mama made her pretty

I know that you know me/

They shouldn't even know me

She going to borrow some money

They think that i’m happy, bubbly, and weird but they don’t know me

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

They tell me this the wrong path but i know its right, though