This is a song about "Flan de queso"

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

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

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

These niggas wanna be scarface, i'm with sosa

Re-directed de-ci-sions

I was playing with guns

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

If u smoking with me you better de filling