This is a song about "Lola owolabi as a sas q"

And im as tough as a great lion

See, i'm second to no one

Not even like q-tip,big pun or slick rick

So drop the slam and let's get sick

And i've been thinking bout you

Which makes me hustle my q

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Just as brutal as two ruthless fighters in a feud who's

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Mano kay tita, tito, lolo at lola

And use anto as a sacrifice

I'm everything that they call nice