This is a song about "Odio en la sangre"

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

We go our separate ways/ i say asta la vista

That’s my la-la lullaby.

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

I'd fuckin' severe your cerebrum singing la dee da doo

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Got no equal, bulletproof like fucking la roux

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

My raps so high the touch en the ceiling

Now this is what i call an evening