This is a song about "Me de le ke"

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

Without no reasonable doubt y'all was all on the sofa

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

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

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

When im in the rap game if they say that, ill put them in my duff...le bag!

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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