This is a song about "Brian de palma"

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

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

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

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

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda