This is a song about "Why don t cha"

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Not relying on the light no more

Only time don 'burns rubber' is when...

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Nizer than the fagots that cha ever had

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

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

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

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real

We in the mob im the don,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

It's the don rapping at the dawn

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn