This is a song about "Girlfriends don t choose them"

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Luckily i crushed that "fag" reputation three girlfriends later,

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature

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

Would look at us all the time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

That's why you'll find her on the floor

You don;t thin anymore

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

My words are whirlwinds, i murder my girlfriends

If haters are like lions be a t rex eating them up before u get ate

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate