This is a song about "Samuel de champla"

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

Without no reasonable doubt y'all was all on the sofa

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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