This is a song about "Noella ene"

Remember your next life bla bla bla bla talk is cheap

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

The usual i have awesome lyrics, bla bla bla etc

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Ik heb een stroom, dutch, almost like the redbull astronaut

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Gana, but this shit won't fuse me.

Like marines, forever "semper fi", when the temper's high,

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die