This is a song about "Cyrano de bergerac"

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

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

If u smoking with me you better de filling

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.