This is a song about "Donuts t"

Oh, you look like my next victim

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Killed legendary opponents, rap is to me as cops are to donuts/

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Kick in the door

You don;t thin anymore

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p