This is a song about "The don"

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

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Carlcee, lexiee, mindvoid, don, i'm not even through

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

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

And big kill, r.i.pand all you other o.g.'s, who go down

She's so proud/ now that i don't don the shroud/ as a crown

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

You don;t thin anymore

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

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

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

She likes the way it hits her lips