This is a song about "Lapte de taur"

Don't listen to what others day, you will live another day. there's no stopping a

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Wish i get i could produced by scoop de-ville, no need to take pills

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see