This is a song about "Why don"

Now you got me hopped up on that

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Huh, got to get better with time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

I'm don juan in this and when i've done won and shit

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

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

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun