This is a song about "La lakers"

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

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

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

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

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

Where did my time go? i let it fly

That’s my la-la lullaby.