This is a song about "Samuel de champlain"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

Lil prps like 3 digits

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