This is a song about "Don t prostitute"

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

We in the mob im the don,

Pay dues like a hair salon

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

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

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

You ever paid attention in there? me either

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

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

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Prostitute on the corner say she down for that moose shit