This is a song about "La comunidad"

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

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

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

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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