This is a song about "Fleur de lis"

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

That's why i'm shaking my head when you rap dissing

If u smoking with me you better de filling

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring