This is a song about "Santee"

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Ass need a saddle

You pray at the chapel

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Including fox hill and 27th street

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

You running for the chapel

Be the ocean, where i unravel