This is a song about "Roasting santiago"

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Fuck you, i'm a subject without my permission

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

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love