This is a song about "Old san juan"

Then those bitches who grew old.

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

You was to young a 18 year old

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Or the doggone casanova double teamin maria sharapova with the don juan

I wreck lyricist to the point were they pick out the coffin before i burn em on

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

After every show, a dream she hold

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

Can't wait to take this shit to san francisco