This is a song about "Samuel de champlain"

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

These niggas wanna be scarface, i'm with sosa

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

If u smoking with me you better de filling

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

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