This is a song about "De leef"

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

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

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria