This is a song about "Samuel de champlain"

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

I seen it all from barry farms to sursum corda

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

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

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Re-directed de-ci-sions

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

I plead with em, the system ain't right

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

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Wish i get i could produced by scoop de-ville, no need to take pills

Dc ain't been this hot since ronald reagan made a killing

If u smoking with me you better de filling

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad