This is a song about "Don t trust em"

Cant trust em so i do no favors,

Let's enjoy our younger years

You couldn't live your life for the moment

What's in line, man? who to trust?!

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

We in the mob im the don,

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

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Made a million with the pen

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