This is a song about "Diego la viejita"

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Let's kick it on my la-z-boy and throw a fucking crazy show

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Than a tornado that's based in lower diego

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Than a tornado that's based in lower diego

Fuck yeah, wear these la peregrina pearls, treat them well

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell