This is a song about "Don t come my way"

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

You don;t thin anymore

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Randy and don, i'll come all up in a sudden

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

My scythe don blessed ya made a mess, much to your dread

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

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

We've come all this way from way back

Twista finna get up on the track