This is a song about "Don t panic"

Since i was killed by the don,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

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

We in the mob im the don,

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Look it something they can't ever see

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

And now these hoes are on my line

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

My hands shaking static cause this diss made you panic

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Pavin' my way so i don't lay in waste an panic,