This is a song about "Don t kill yourself"

Might wanna make an escape like mike, kill yourself like a stupid dike/

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

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

We in the mob im the don,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

A military mind mean money

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

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Since i was killed by the don,

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

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