This is a song about "Bu de bu ai"

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And getting money is the song i sing

If u smoking with me you better de filling

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

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

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

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

A " d boy ", the town i'm representin is de-troit

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