This is a song about "The juan"

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

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

She should have invited her

Than the birds on the wire

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I'm the operator, the administrator.

The trigger or the chair

Let me hear that beat, air

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Ripped the gown around the blouse,