This is a song about "Daddy mama san quentin"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

, ya i dissed u go cry your daddy

I'm going back to cali

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

Pushing in my mama van

Self made self paid man

Would never hit my mama,

My all gold rolly or the

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

We're lookin out for your babies mama

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Sasha's daddy just rolled up another fatty

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin