This is a song about "Well you know"

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Well you gotta know baby

Plus you know i rock the mic and stage, the story told well,

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Well know you got the shit in words, look at evidence,

And niggas flashing crazy

Well you gotta know baby

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Well, i don't know, maybe you had some childhood trauma trip,

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Yo, i know, it's been a hell of a day,and, well,

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

You dont know my name well im that gollings youth

Well you just don't know how the story goes

Big homie hov said i am close