This is a song about "No juan"

With no guns and no shields

Trap our young black seeds

No set trip, no color claim

I can make it rain

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

She all on my skin

No affiliation

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

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

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

No lames, no lies, no compromise

No place no career no place to even steer

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear