This is a song about "Don t srop"

When i was starving now it's payback

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

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

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

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

And it rules everything around them

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,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

We in the mob im the don,

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

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy