This is a song about "Don t call"

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

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

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Since i was killed by the don,

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

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here

We in the mob im the don,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

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

Two times for the chicks with the right bag