This is a song about "Whatchu know bout me"

I know i’m 'bout to kill it, how you know? i got that feeling

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

My god come before this bread

I hear em talkin bout me bret

I know that you know me/

No it ain't easy

Put ya in a coma have you dreaming bout beating me

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Smoke a blunt with him remanissin bout how well he know me

And losin all his money

The games bout to, go blow me

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Ya know nothing bout me