This is a song about "Jenn la"

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Got no equal, bulletproof like fucking la roux

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Rape a bitch, rampart, im dorner outside the la court yard

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Let's kick it on my la-z-boy and throw a fucking crazy show

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

My all gold rolly or the

Livin la vita da loca