This is a song about "Don t fo"

Should've played quarterack fo the chiefs

Can barely walk the city streets

We in the mob im the don,

Pay dues like a hair salon

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

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

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/

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

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

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

And that's exactly what i reach fo', so,