This is a song about "Viva la vida"

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

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

I'm here taking over "c'est la vie" is the mantra

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

I hope you see that i'm sincere, and even if you

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

Got no equal, bulletproof like fucking la roux

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

We go our separate ways/ i say asta la vista

Not to mention wale is on the way

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot