This is a song about "Bartholomew dias"

You messin wit da truth,

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

I seen it all from barry farms to sursum corda

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Leonardo da vinci invented scissors

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

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Fuck a mayback, i pull da back seats to da rolls.

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Livin la vita da loca

My all gold rolly or the