This is a song about "Samuel de champlain"

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

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

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody