This is a song about "Do not disturb"

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Please do not expect me to go pop,

Not the way that they do it,

Bitch you should see my wallet

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Do not rap if you do not practice

I swear they think i'm crazy

So please don't disturb me.

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

Do me a favor man, let's not pretend

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

On a memory refine disturb me then u crying

You simply do not possess this miracle pinnacle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Dont fear them, do not walk away,

All up under the covers day