This is a song about "Pico de gallo"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Wish i get i could produced by scoop de-ville, no need to take pills

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

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

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota