This is a song about "San antonio sours"

There will be no more mario, lorenzo or antonio

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

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

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Can't wait to take this shit to san francisco

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Antonio i'll give you your first loss, problem solved

My position improving, not to mention

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

I don’t rememder but i think there was antonio

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

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

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal