This is a song about "La secta"

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

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

No more will we cry

That’s my la-la lullaby.

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

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