This is a song about "La decima"

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

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

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Got acres of papers, like i played for the la lakers.

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Let's kick it on my la-z-boy and throw a fucking crazy show