This is a song about "Con"

Con-fubled, mind muddled.

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

I con science, an icon to my alliance

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Ready for my long con to be finally done/

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

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

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

But it was africa the continent we all came from

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