This is a song about "Gabriel viorel momeal ioanie mirea popi vin tuica bere baie la olt"

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Got no equal, bulletproof like fucking la roux

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

I'd fuckin' severe your cerebrum singing la dee da doo

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

We keep hitting our words quicker like a star la dodgers home base hitter

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

I'm here taking over "c'est la vie" is the mantra

Now look at killa, you gon' watch santana

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

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

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

To this day as he roams the urban maze we call la