This is a song about "Virgen de guadalupe"

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Wish i get i could produced by scoop de-ville, no need to take pills

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans