This is a song about "Cabeza de vaca"

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

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

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

If u smoking with me you better de filling

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting