This is a song about "You can t see the real me"

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Real talk/remembered you did a lot for me/ what can i say

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

It kills me inside and i know you can see,

I know you see me now, you can hear the hunger

From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see the real me.

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

In the jungle, i planned on the keeper

My real names grim but you can call me reaper,

You can hear the ocean real well.

It's that crack, give you something to sell