This is a song about "You know who i m"

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

Minimize all the talking you don't know who i am

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Do you know who you dissing? only know that you're kissing

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

I know that you know this

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Hit the club she drop it low

Where must i go, who must i know

I may not know you,but who cares

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

You dealing fire you don't know who messing with