This is a song about "Cisco"

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Then i'll release a torpedo

Release the song, cash the lot

Murdered every bod from my squad

Double mg not to mention

Don't wanna release my sin

And i ain't got what it takes

Soon, i could relate to norman bates.

The pressures getting to my head, so i gotta release/

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

So you wanna release platinum? you won’t even go wood,

Dismembering bars i'm a lyrical surgeon everyone fades likes whispers when i release

You watch your mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss mani had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets

What up girl, tell me how you been

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/