This is a song about "Don t be racist"

Since i was killed by the don,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Until the end if time

So pay the cost to be the boss or pay the don respect

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

She leave her hair in the sink

Curb stomp your face, racist