This is a song about "You don t know what you don t know"

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Which is the root of all negative

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

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

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I don have to explain myselfi dont have tochange for nobody if you dont like me

Flapjack, ooh he bring

You ain't know what you missing