This is a song about "Pelotas de humo"

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

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

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Re-directed de-ci-sions

All green nigga pick six