This is a song about "Don t be a sheep to society"

Be free in society or a prison mate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Dreamed about how i used to be countin sheep

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

You don;t thin anymore

Baby, let me give you a call

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

Must be something you want me to see

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Would look at us all the time

Bitch you a menace to your society, reading your lyrics is comedy,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see