This is a song about "The andes monta"

That gyal want mi ride har

Down the street to the car,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Life's about decisions man

Still the man with the pan

Miami nights, ain't another one

The bigger the the fun

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

From the gutter to the roof