This is a song about "Anis don demina"

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

Carlcee, lexiee, mindvoid, don, i'm not even through

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

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

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Bullets are drawn across 'n' cause don to drop in the misfire