This is a song about "Roasting santiago"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

As i sweet talk i'm a warhawk, hidin' out in bangkok/

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

They say your name for attention

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

Stop the boasting our i start roasting and toasting

It's no wonder why i go in any hood like i am knowing

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

She don't like to travel but she wanna bangkok/