This is a song about "Don"

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

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

Since i was killed by the don,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Ramadan, i’m the don of the diamond jewels

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

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

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

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