This is a song about "Don t sweat the technique"

Take your time when you’re with me baby

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Ramadan, i’m the don of the diamond jewels

The teacher finally got to me and i started to sweat

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Since i was killed by the don,

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

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

Bullets are drawn across 'n' cause don to drop in the misfire

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her