This is a song about "Verbos que cambian de raiz"

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

Little white boy, shoutout mac miller

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

Wait a second its not your que

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends