This is a song about "Me la pelas"

Ah.. la la la la la la la! la and la la..

They infiltrate our homes, africa

That’s my la-la lullaby.

We was high school peers, in junior high

Got acres of papers, like i played for the la lakers.

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Livin la vita da loca

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy