This is a song about "La baguete"

But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

I'd fuckin' severe your cerebrum singing la dee da doo

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Used to call me the african don dada

To this day as he roams the urban maze we call la

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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