This is a song about "You keep own knocking but you cant come in"

You fall in life, but you keep going

Bun b, i’m underground king

Cant you get rich off your own track

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

I know your sad & you want me to come back but i cant

You cant handle me in person,

Vijay singh and all of them

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

But if you want to keep getting crushed then go ahead don't let him in.

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

I'm knocking you faggots down like you're pawns, and i'm ready to put this shit in check mate!

You can know me out you cant keep a fighter down

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown