This is a song about "La flare"

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

I am aware of her fair flare, and that bare skin ready to ensnare

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

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

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

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

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

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Fuck yeah, wear these la peregrina pearls, treat them well

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

Watchin' cares flare up in the air like i asked 'em to leave

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not