This is a song about "San antonio spurs"

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

I don’t rememder but i think there was antonio

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

The finals like the spurs,as miami likes to stir,

They all need attention, they call me a g though

Can't wait to take this shit to san francisco

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

There will be no more mario, lorenzo or antonio

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry