This is a song about "Laura de renzy"

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

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

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

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

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

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

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace