This is a song about "Por siempre a tu lado"

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

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

So if i do call it's just a check

Just a warning not a threat

I think found where your mind was

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

A store that dosen't get a

They claim it as their own, africa

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Red bottoms with the spike work

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard

There's crack, there's crack

What a bummer, what a drag