This is a song about "San"

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Cause san jose shark in the water and im hungery till the deal

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

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

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

Can't wait to take this shit to san francisco

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

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