This is a song about "Don johnson"

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

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Would look at us all the time

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

My sim card's the bomb

We in the mob im the don,

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

While scheming on hits

Im a don in this shit, yall kids