This is a song about "Andy jerez"

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

And they don't look like a fucking puerto rican slutty dyke!

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

And they don't look like a fucking puerto rican slutty dyke!

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Can't wait to take this shit to san francisco

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

We can talk things over a little a while

That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,