This is a song about "Don t lie to yourself"

Don always loses his battles- it has to be be bad luck

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

You don;t thin anymore

Mirror mirror on the wall

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Bullets are drawn across 'n' cause don to drop in the misfire

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Don' try to diss me or i'll hurt ya.

Compassion to your neighbors, as well as yourself.

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

My scythe don blessed ya made a mess, much to your dread

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Why you insist on doing this to yourself