This is a song about "Don t think about it"

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Tellin me not to think about it too much

Don always loses his battles- it has to be be bad luck

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Think about it - in his profile picture lookin tough

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

The shit that i spit is more

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

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

So they think about ending it/

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

Think about it in the mean time i'm a smoke this dope,

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key