This is a song about "Hernando de soto"

My team getting digits

Re-directed de-ci-sions

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

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

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/