This is a song about "La raza"

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

I'd fuckin' severe your cerebrum singing la dee da doo

Is written in our souls, africa

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

Let's kick it on my la-z-boy and throw a fucking crazy show

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

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

Now applaud the capo, zeke and santana

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for