This is a song about "Comic con"

Ready for my long con to be finally done/

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

I wrote in comic sans, ruminated in the chained wear,

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

My raps thee bomb call me d-con i servin u vermin some venom

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

I'm the enron don, con more dollars than kenneth lay dreams

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I con science, an icon to my alliance

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I'm like dre in the chronic i'm powerful like hero from a comic

As rappad's only fully functional homicidal comic

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Straight up nagasaki-ing comic cons