This is a song about "Daddy mama san quentin"

Now he calling me baby mama

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Lucky seven probably poppa

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Daddy sitting staring at my mummy,

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

Associating light skin with classy

And tell me why would we just think about

And daddy cussed krystina and cierra out

Hope ya'll ain't have no protection

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/