This is a song about "Cinco de drinko"

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

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

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

So get up, its time to start nation building

If u smoking with me you better de filling

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

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