This is a song about "Old san juan"

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

It's my new old shit against your old new shit

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

I spit like an old sink

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

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

Then those bitches who grew old.

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

After every show, a dream she hold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old