This is a song about "Samuel de champlain"

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

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

Your classroom testing! right there in the cafeteria eating! right there in the

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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