This is a song about "Samuel de champlain"

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

If u smoking with me you better de filling

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

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

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree