This is a song about "I don t take shit"

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

You can hear it in my lyrics

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

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

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

No ho, acquainted with the floor

You don;t thin anymore