This is a song about "Balbo"

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

Case when i got it i got you ain't no need to ask

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

Looking behind you feeling a little paranoid

They're telling you too go home

Of my soul, while ultimate goal is to usurp this this throne