This is a song about "Dora the explorer"

In the face of the outside.

She like nigga yeah right

High as shit, i’m in a booth

I'm the nigga with the juice

You looking like dora the explorer

The ice ain't really nothing to her

From the bottom to the top

I know you just doing your job

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

The replacement of the word "mother"

I ain't did shit officer