This is a song about "Don t go"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

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

The door crack, niggas all black

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

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

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

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

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy