This is a song about "La paz indians"

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Fuck yeah, wear these la peregrina pearls, treat them well

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

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

Got no equal, bulletproof like fucking la roux

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

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

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Livin la vita da loca

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

Mohammed got a little mac, don't get your shoulder popped