This is a song about "Bato de silly"

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

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

Fucking sucks, i thought that they'd improve, it's just fake and silly,

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Silly human i ain't normal

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Got 30 shots started actin silly

Out of lyrics and nitpicks with silly gimmicks.

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

I can't stand battling illiterate silly pricks

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits