This is a song about "Don t back do"

But most of the time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

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

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Pay dues like a hair salon

We in the mob im the don,

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

D j t j, the best, do his thing

Cut me off every time im talking

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

And if i do go you better come through

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

This where the haters is, this why they hate us here

You don;t thin anymore

She leave her hair on the floor