This is a song about "5 de mayo"

One time give it up for him

More than 5 blunts in rotation

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Life's riding on mayo, fatty kid you stay on,

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

If he don't show up, think i can take his place