This is a song about "Dgc don t fet close"

Since i was killed by the don,

When you took my hand up so calm

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Life of a don, sean don, sippin never had a palm reader

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

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Can't touch me, can't even close

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

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

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Break it down one time

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Only time don 'burns rubber' is when...