This is a song about "Calma na alma"

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Was it randy or carlcee,na well maybe it was great or swine3

Na i ain't an artist, i'm just a wrapper

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

A rebel and a cop, savior and a na-

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Im a thriller like mike jackson,stardom na im already a star im shooting pass them

I would fuckin cuss her, but na bruv allow her,

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Na you better stop n brace, imma send you to space

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Na its all about the blue, man im telling you its true