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

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

Regardless to all them, i appease her

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

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

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

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities