This is a song about "Sorry don t cut it"

Don always loses his battles- it has to be be bad luck

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Or something that you paid for

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

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

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

Sorry for exceeding the limit it was only 2 lines extra

And i was in loath, i would never get over you, ever, sarah

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Sorry if i'm hatin, makin it burn i must be satan

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

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop