This is a song about "Silver juan"

Can't deal with me on a silver platter

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Where every recipient, property of the state

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

And only one silver chain to be flashing.

That don't mean you gotta stop dancing

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

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

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

I rather have a silver platter than- fall into life's badder trends

Finding that silver lining

Why not me the same thing