This is a song about "Viva la vida"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

That’s my la-la lullaby.

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

Is heaven just another door? and my people say