This is a song about "Don t leave"

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Since i was killed by the don,

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

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

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

But five years from now i bet she see

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"