This is a song about "I don"

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

It's the don rapping at the dawn

Life of a don, sean don, sippin never had a palm reader

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

We in the mob im the don,

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

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here