This is a song about "Oh don t do it"

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Didn't do a thing at all

You don;t thin anymore

Since we not even talking

D j t j, the best, do his thing

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Oh she’s gonna make it.

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Killa never let the drama slide

Oh, my... what did i do right?

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine