This is a song about "You don t know"

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Break it down one time

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

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

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Since i was killed by the don,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

We in the mob im the don,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

The door crack, niggas all black

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back