This is a song about "Don t trip cause i m the shit"

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

And that's why i won't trip, 'cause i'm relying on my wings

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

You're the don, go up to carlcee and tell him shit, see if he doesn't fuck

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck