This is a song about "Francisco vasquez de coranado"

Can't wait to take this shit to san francisco

I kick it any tempo, i'm lifted off the indo

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Wish i get i could produced by scoop de-ville, no need to take pills

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

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