This is a song about "Departe de lumea rea"

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

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

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

Without no reasonable doubt y'all was all on the sofa

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

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

So tell the rea-per, can i live one more life

Cause my mother let me do what i want

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

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends