This is a song about "Pico de gallo"

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

If u smoking with me you better de filling

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

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

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

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

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

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Don't listen to what others day, you will live another day. there's no stopping a

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria