This is a song about "I don t love him"

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Don would fall swayed to anyone that'll prop him for rep!

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

You don;t thin anymore

Wolf gang, kill em' all

That's word to my mom

Since i was killed by the don,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel