This is a song about "La roux"

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

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

We go our separate ways/ i say asta la vista

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

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

Livin la vita da loca

My all gold rolly or the

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

Got no equal, bulletproof like fucking la roux

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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