This is a song about "I don"

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

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

She take two man one time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

Now this shit is turning to a habit

We in the mob im the don,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

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

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

I don have to explain myselfi dont have tochange for nobody if you dont like me