This is a song about "Zucchini"

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

My mommy my mommy wont let me have cake until i eat my broccoli..

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

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

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

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

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

Without no reasonable doubt y'all was all on the sofa

Fuck talking, i'll stab you with this fucking rocket launcher

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

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

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

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