This is a song about "La la"

Used to call me the african don dada

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

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

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

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

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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