This is a song about "Cyrano de bergerac"

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

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

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

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

We can talk things over a little a while