This is a song about "Dum de dum de dum"

If u smoking with me you better de filling

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda