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

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

Our history that they stole, africa

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

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

And muthafuck the quota

Livin la vita da loca

I could think of a couple positions for you

Got no equal, bulletproof like fucking la roux

I mean the game been dry

That’s my la-la lullaby.

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

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