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

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

You don;t thin anymore

Baby, let me give you a call

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

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

I'm hot as hell, don i'll give you pac and l

Huslin' erday to that dah only sh*t that we know

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Who's on my line