This is a song about "Brian de palma"

Wish i get i could produced by scoop de-ville, no need to take pills

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

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