This is a song about "Departe de lumea rea"

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

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

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

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,