This is a song about "Don t fuck with"

I respect that you don't know yet

Before she fuck with ya head

Crazy talking and foolish

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

You don;t thin anymore

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

You're the don, go up to carlcee and tell him shit, see if he doesn't fuck

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

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

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

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

That fire flow the finest women i adore

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