This is a song about "Cinco de mayo"

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

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

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

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

Without no reasonable doubt y'all was all on the sofa