This is a song about "San antonio spurs"

There will be no more mario, lorenzo or antonio

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

I don’t rememder but i think there was antonio

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

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

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

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

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Can't wait to take this shit to san francisco