This is a song about "Daithi de nogla"

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

White girl, you can ask her what the dick be like

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

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