This is a song about "The juan"

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

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

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

The more battles the better the flows

X's and o's, you must be the rose

The bigger the the fun

Two reflections into one

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!