This is a song about "The juan"

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

In 2 to 6 hours

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

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

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

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

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Take the exit, the nearest left

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the