This is a song about "Dani zuluaga with santi"

You chris, i rock

With rock, shock rap with doc

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

In the caravan with some latin bitches

Enough pain already to sleep with

With gimmicks replying

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Die with hope, live with virtue

This nation's peace sent here to run you

With third dimensional shapes with no means

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

A fear of commitment with

Word go get the bitches

Better to try then die with