This is a song about "Don joey"

Only time don 'burns rubber' is when...

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

I could think of a couple positions for you

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

And that goes for don, 420, justin, carl, great, and randy,

Letting the silence loom joey started his attack

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Since i was killed by the don,

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

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

My sim card's the bomb

We in the mob im the don,