This is a song about "Cyrano de bergerac"

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

If u smoking with me you better de filling

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

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