This is a song about "Cul de sac"

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

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

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

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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

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

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow