This is a song about "Don t like snitches"

Pay dues like a hair salon

Since i was killed by the don,

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

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

I don have to explain myselfi dont have tochange for nobody if you dont like me

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

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Life of a don, sean don, sippin never had a palm reader