This is a song about "I don t think"

She's so proud/ now that i don't don the shroud/ as a crown

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Since i was killed by the don,

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

How fitting we at stadium

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

If you think what you see on t v's bad