This is a song about "Don juan"

I ain't happy with the score

You don;t thin anymore

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

A kubali khan kinda don, choosing dudes to be done in

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Shit, see that thing there was mine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

Or never say never though i admit

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

We in the mob im the don,

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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

Since i was killed by the don,

That's word to my mom