This is a song about "L ron hubbard"

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

The l in his hand to yell in advance

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Daddy kane, l, pun, notorious, the big picture,

For the next thing down your chimney has u between sheets like ron isley

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Take that big l for skipping school

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high