This is a song about "Andy jerez"

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

They tripping cause i keep it locked down, san quintin!?

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Wish i get i could produced by scoop de-ville, no need to take pills

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood