This is a song about "Old san juan"

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

Cause san jose shark in the water and im hungery till the deal

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

They tripping cause i keep it locked down, san quintin!?

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

And don't think what you're old

The glare makes me hard to find

Young heart,with an old mind

Women front, they get its cold

You was to young a 18 year old

Now the old me is back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

And i'm just being honest

I spit like an old sink

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

And copy what's hot until that goes cold