This is a song about "Don t mess"

Since i was killed by the don,

When you took my hand up so calm

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

Dc has never seen such progress

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

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

Make the fingers snap

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

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

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/

Then to try to chase these men

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