This is a song about "Me la pelas"

We keep hitting our words quicker like a star la dodgers home base hitter

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

I'm here taking over "c'est la vie" is the mantra

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

You raised me, amazed me, praised me.

Bait baby, wait baby

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

Our history that they stole, africa