This is a song about "La migra"

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

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

Got no equal, bulletproof like fucking la roux

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

Our history that they stole, africa

And muthafuck the quota

Livin la vita da loca

Now look at killa, you gon' watch santana

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

That’s my la-la lullaby.

That's the window into the sky

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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