This is a song about "The juan"

She caught up in my love triangle

Your the boat without the paddle

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

After the fire, comes the rain

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

J. cole's her ghost writer

Than the birds on the wire

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt