This is a song about "De taille moiyenne"

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

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

Wish i get i could produced by scoop de-ville, no need to take pills

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

If u smoking with me you better de filling

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree