This is a song about "San antonio spurs"

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

There will be no more mario, lorenzo or antonio

You can't handle my heat like the spurs in the moment

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Can't wait to take this shit to san francisco

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

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

It occurs to me / the spurs were beat the heat better disperse for me

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

They all see my life from a childish position

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