This is a song about "Don t eat hearts off the sidwalk"

New message from mom

Since i was killed by the don,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

When i eat off ya plate

We both had dreams of being great

I said i got my ass beat

Dont have the strength to eat

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

I'm the enron don, con more dollars than kenneth lay dreams

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Poison darts flew on cue, from the view into their hearts.