This is a song about "Don t judges"

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

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

You don;t thin anymore

So fuck em' all

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

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

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

Carlcee, lexiee, mindvoid, don, i'm not even through