This is a song about "You aint even know it"

'cuz i pack these syllables in the lines and i suppose that you ain't even know it,

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

You aint even got a pack

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Get you cold cocked with a smoke shot when i pop, you ain't even know it,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And i'm broke, just on this site is my name hot, and you ain't even know it,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

You rap like crap it aint like that better u know how to spit or stop throwing shit

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

'cuz it's so cold but it's so hot and don't know, you ain't even know it,

And we so corrupt from those blue and deranged cops, you ain't even know it,

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

I been up and i've been down and around, and you ain't even know it,

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket