This is a song about "Me la pelas"

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

Fuck yeah, wear these la peregrina pearls, treat them well

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

That’s my la-la lullaby.

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

My all gold rolly or the

Livin la vita da loca

Got no equal, bulletproof like fucking la roux

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you