This is a song about "Don"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

Not relying on the light no more

You don;t thin anymore

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We in the mob im the don,

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

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Randy and don, i'll come all up in a sudden