This is a song about "Don amp"

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

I'm with randy, great, 420, don, emmz, yeah i'm top ten,

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

That fire flow the finest women i adore

They make it worth more

You don;t thin anymore

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

Life of a don, sean don, sippin never had a palm reader

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,