This is a song about "La ferrari"

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

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

I'm in a ferrari, racin', chasin' the end of the line, placin' number one

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

We go our separate ways/ i say asta la vista

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Now applaud the capo, zeke and santana

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

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

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Used to call me the african don dada

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.