This is a song about "Old san juan"

Riding around without a fuck given

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

Women front, they get its cold

And don't think what you're old

And if i everest, i won't die old/

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

For that paper, i'mma grind

Young heart,with an old mind

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

These faces and places are growing old,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute