This is a song about "Ya all know me"

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Do ya know what at can all fuck off

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Now i know it was all a lie me and her

I don’t know why…hey, wait a minute motherfucker

I ain't, mad, at cha

And thats all because ya

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

But i know its me ya envy

We all know what your about, so you keep ya bitch ass up on that seat

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep