This is a song about "Juan poor"

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

Nas told me life's a bitch

A known liar if u didnt notice the oxymoron then ur prolly a jolly moron

Or the doggone casanova double teamin maria sharapova with the don juan

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

They got all this money while people are poor

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

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

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor