This is a song about "La decima"

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

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

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

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

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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

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

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

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

Got no equal, bulletproof like fucking la roux