This is a song about "Don t srop"

It's the don rapping at the dawn

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

And i love you all

You don;t thin anymore

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

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

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

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

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

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,