This is a song about "La capone"

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

We go our separate ways/ i say asta la vista

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

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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

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

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby