This is a song about "Peda de chava"

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*

If u smoking with me you better de filling

And getting money is the song i sing