This is a song about "Stairway to la"

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

But i rock, like a mountain. that’s a stairway to heaven/

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Livin la vita da loca

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

We go our separate ways/ i say asta la vista

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?