This is a song about "San antonio spurs"

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

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

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

And my bank account look just like a phone card

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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