This is a song about "Elstilo de mafia"

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

You know that love is a very serious thing

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace