This is a song about "Samuel de champlain"

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

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

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

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

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

Don't listen to what others day, you will live another day. there's no stopping a

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

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

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

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe