This is a song about "Don t kill"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

At the same damn time

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

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

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

When you took my hand up so calm

Since i was killed by the don,

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

Ramadan, i’m the don of the diamond jewels