This is a song about "You don t know shit"

The shit i tow you don't know

Ima keep that on the low

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Now you got me hopped up on that

Toilet know literally you ain't shit

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

Neither you, or you, know shit about me,

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

You know that shit is my best friend.

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

The real muscle in the message of that

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*