This is a song about "Quentin tarantino"

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

No matter if you black, once you go italian you won't back,

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

See i let my nigga split that

Maybe life would be a lot better if i lived down south,

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Well, i can handle that

South side we on this shit

You're from the dirty south? yeah, you have a dirty mouth

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds