This is a song about "Daddy mama san quentin"

I give two shits about yo mama

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson,

Can't wait to take this shit to san francisco

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Now he calling me baby mama

My all gold rolly or the

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Would never hit my mama,