This is a song about "Samuel de champla"

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

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

We can talk things over a little a while

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

These niggas wanna be scarface, i'm with sosa

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

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

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.