This is a song about "Don t be drinking all my stuff"

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Don always loses his battles- it has to be be bad luck

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic

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

I'm about to snap

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

My nigga, its all love

Yeah i remember all that stuff,