This is a song about "Departe de lumea rea"

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

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

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

Plus my kicks are nik', this what the bitches like

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

I know they gon' see me unless they senile