This is a song about "You don t be"

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

A kubali khan kinda don, choosing dudes to be done in

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

If haters are like lions be a t rex eating them up before u get ate

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

She prefer the dutty wine

You don;t thin anymore

Im seated by the floor