This is a song about "La secta"

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

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

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

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

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

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger