This is a song about "Francisco vasquez de coranado"

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping

If u smoking with me you better de filling

Re-directed de-ci-sions

My team getting digits

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*