This is a song about "Don johnson"

Now this shit is turning to a habit

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

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

You don;t thin anymore

And we can't fall

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

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

You can hear it in my lyrics

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

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

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer