This is a song about "San juan"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

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

So time for the liquor, the pipe gets a flicker 'til i put the goggles back on

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

What up girl, tell me how you been

Can't wait to take this shit to san francisco

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win