This is a song about "La"

That got your mother high

That’s my la-la lullaby.

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

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

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

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue