This is a song about "Don t be rac"

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

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

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

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

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Baby you so fine

A kubali khan kinda don, choosing dudes to be done in

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

And i don't run counters no more

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,