This is a song about "Bailey de and youtube"

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Trying to reach 10,000 views on youtube

Where's my inhaler? i think i'm gonna puke

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

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

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

And then along came the wrong man for her