This is a song about "Don"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Corduroys, cam will shine

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Bullets are drawn across 'n' cause don to drop in the misfire

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Not one j got a pair or more

You don;t thin anymore

Our nation have to bow, africa

Don' try to diss me or i'll hurt ya.

I'm hot as hell, don i'll give you pac and l

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell