This is a song about "Suis es est sommes etre sont"

I'm in the realest and ill -est putting my hearth and my soul

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Abc, skip the d she’s got double e’s

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Battle ten of ya bitc*es and come out just fine

I'm lussus est a deo, and that's what i'll use to make sure i get the deal.

Im wastin punchlines but i got so many to spare i just thought of another one that might go here

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Here with rhino and the "great"est don't mistake us for norm

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Invest in a gat just to keep these bitc*es tame