This is a song about "Bmx and detroit"

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

And leave the court, shoot the judge, head for east detroit,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Underrated that's temporarily for the moment

That drive to detroit was all too slow

And yall niggas the right flow

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Every time i'm at detroit, i've been very weary

Detroit doesnt except weakness like you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Where you welcome to problems