This is a song about "Cul de sac"

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

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

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Re-directed de-ci-sions

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

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