This is a song about "Don t kn"

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

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

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

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

You don;t thin anymore

I don’t do nothing but ball

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Uh, well, don't waste time

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

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Since i was killed by the don,

That's word to my mom

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

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

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Only time don 'burns rubber' is when...