This is a song about "You dont know"

Says money in the air

It hurts but you know i dont care,

This for my niggas that really rap hard

I dont know why they let you out in the dark

I dont know you yer i get that

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Is written in our souls, africa

You know where im gettin to, dont ya?

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

If u dont like chicken, you don't know what your missing

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I dont know why you try, your lyrics are a waste

We pray while we prey on competition

You dont know ive started till i begin

You dont know where im from

Shit, we don't believe none of them