This is a song about "La boyz"

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

Is written in our souls, africa

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Livin la vita da loca

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

Got no equal, bulletproof like fucking la roux

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see