This is a song about "Don t get it twis"

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

Almost cried right on the spot

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

It was plain to c she gave birth to a c-u-n-t

If haters are like lions be a t rex eating them up before u get ate

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Don always loses his battles- it has to be be bad luck

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my