This is a song about "Don t be rac"

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

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

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

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

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

Only time don 'burns rubber' is when...

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

Full of shit, like i ate that john

We in the mob im the don,