This is a song about "Juan poor"

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

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

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

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

Thinking y'all cant touch this well that's easy with your poor

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

I turn you to a poor bitch

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I told myself that i would play it cool

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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