This is a song about "La decima"

Ah.. la la la la la la la! la and la la..

Our children must be taught, of africa

I'm here taking over "c'est la vie" is the mantra

Now applaud the capo, zeke and santana

Got no equal, bulletproof like fucking la roux

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

We go our separate ways/ i say asta la vista

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

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?

Mohammed got a little mac, don't get your shoulder popped

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