This is a song about "Don t you"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

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

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

I don have to explain myselfi dont have tochange for nobody if you dont like me

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

You don;t thin anymore

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

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor