This is a song about "Don t get close"

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

While you're here get the hell out and close my fucking door

Some nights i get really close to squeezing that gun.

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Since i was killed by the don,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

We came.. way too far pretty baby

But i wanna get ya close to me

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money