This is a song about "You know that s me"

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Whose res-u-me, as you may have heard, 's to trap cha with laughter,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

Bitch, i might make you my baby

I know that you know me/

That´s not what we taught you, you swore an oath

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Fuck that now trying get the money

I know that you know me/

If you attack me know that i'm ready to defend

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed