This is a song about "Karin de bruijn"

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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