This is a song about "The juan"

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Here they keep a rachet close

The more battles the better the flows

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

I can only imagine

The bigger the the fun

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

A criminal grind nigga

I bring the heat like the

She all that i can handle

Your the boat without the paddle