This is a song about "Please don t go"

Get you high, keep it on the low

I started to beg "no, please let go"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Shout out donny sublime

Please do not expect me to go pop,

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Please, go back home and come up with some better words

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Keep coming back for more

You don;t thin anymore

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Tell these people something they don`t know about me