This is a song about "Truffle la facus"

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

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

Rape a bitch, rampart, im dorner outside the la court yard

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

We keep hitting our words quicker like a star la dodgers home base hitter

Used to call me the african don dada

Ah.. la la la la la la la! la and la la..

Our history that they stole, africa

To this day as he roams the urban maze we call la

Got no equal, bulletproof like fucking la roux

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue