This is a song about "Don t do scooby snacks"

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

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

Pursuin' my happiness, suitable rapper here

Spark up a doobie got the munchies just like shaggy and scooby,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Can't win with a passive attack

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