This is a song about "Bu de bu ai"

Re-directed de-ci-sions

They bringing me fish and chips

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

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

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

Reach for the door, get your access denied

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

We gunna take this party on into the morning

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.