This is a song about "Don t about me"

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Yeah, the sex in the sack

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Dont talk about me jus worry about you......

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Ya know nowt about me,

We in the mob im the don,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift