This is a song about "Lapte de taur"

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

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

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook