This is a song about "San diego chargers"

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

You're uncool like my mother kin

Can't wait to take this shit to san francisco

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

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

Jeah! it's like the whole bird gang's in here, like kurt cobain's was here

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Lyrical chargers attached to my back to combat a whack

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,

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

Than a tornado that's based in lower diego

Fuck you, i'm a subject without my permission

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

Let diego speak when he sits down to play

But i ain't get to see you today