This is a song about "Eddie santos"

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

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

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Jesus christ, the king of these latter-day saints here

Get it? the bitch, mariah carey, mc, no, oh fuck me,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Making her money she drive a mercedes

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin