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

And you ain't gotta go to war

You don;t thin anymore

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

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

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

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

We in the mob im the don,

Pay dues like a hair salon

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

We vegetables, on them record labels

Ramadan, i’m the don of the diamond jewels

When i eat off ya plate

See let me demonstrate