This is a song about "Samuel de champla"

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

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

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

So im saying sorry now for all the bad shit ive said , its not an excuse i was a

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

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

If u smoking with me you better de filling

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing