This is a song about "Juan is poor"

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Here i go again, searching for love

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

I represent the desperation of the poor

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

This is for everybody, the poor who just missed it,

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school