This is a song about "La paz indians"

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

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

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Now look at killa, you gon' watch santana

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

Livin la vita da loca

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

We go our separate ways/ i say asta la vista