This is a song about "Old san juan"

And you could find interest

I spit like an old sink

Then those bitches who grew old.

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Andy samberg: oh dang

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson,

You see when i was 19 years old

After every show, a dream she hold

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win