This is a song about "Girl that thinks she can speak spanish"

Who thinks by his technique i would be terrified to speak

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

My flow so sick i speak spanish flu

Want to let you know i love you

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

You can be me with your girl, but she playing son

He thinks that he can control

De la soul is from the soul

If lay-low thinks he can start shit, well i'll tackle him,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

And girl stayed back, she prayed that

I promise i'mma call you back

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

That girl is beautiful/wishing she was me/