This is a song about "Hernando de soto"

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

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot