This is a song about "Samuel de champla"

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

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

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

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

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

These niggas wanna be scarface, i'm with sosa