This is a song about "Cuerno de chivo"

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

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds