This is a song about "Baby don t leave ms"

Lady g, willy b in time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

I'll remix an em song and pop x like m and ms

You see now that nigga lonely

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

We in the mob im the don,

My sim card's the bomb

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,