This is a song about "Don t"

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Carlcee, lexiee, mindvoid, don, i'm not even through

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

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

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

I walked up and asked what's wrong

It's the don rapping at the dawn

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

And the wrong time

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore