This is a song about "Don t go"

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Ramadan, i’m the don of the diamond jewels

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

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

You got reason to brag

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

You don;t thin anymore

And i don't run counters no more

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow