This is a song about "La la la bullshit"

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

To liberate yourself, africa

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

We keep hitting our words quicker like a star la dodgers home base hitter

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Livin la vita da loca

And muthafuck the quota

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

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