This is a song about "Im puertorican"

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Now im thinkin if im gone, then im gone for good

Baby am i slick

Im still loaded, im loaded

Im like nah im on that delonte west

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Im bout to give ya, im ridiculing

My talent should take me places i've never been

Im gonna rap to prove im good

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Im stuck in reality im no longer dreaming

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

Im gonna be rapping till im decomposed

Im in these streets im gettin paid

They fasting they won't leave me ate