This is a song about "La life"

Livin la vita da loca

And muthafuck the quota

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

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

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

Used to call me the african don dada

Got acres of papers, like i played for the la lakers.

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth