This is a song about "Viva la vida"

Got acres of papers, like i played for the la lakers.

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

I'd fuckin' severe your cerebrum singing la dee da doo

We go our separate ways/ i say asta la vista

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you

Got no equal, bulletproof like fucking la roux

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Fuck yeah, wear these la peregrina pearls, treat them well