This is a song about "La secta"

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Livin la vita da loca

Tell 'em build a boat like noah

To this day as he roams the urban maze we call la

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe