This is a song about "Luca canto"

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Ill be doing shows, groupies tryna chant but i don't fuck wit clones they

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Gillis-grant, the people chant

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

That dance about, chant his name and insanely clap hands.

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an