This is a song about "Cyrano de bergerac s nose"

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

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

S queezys very bold

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My g"s have been handcuffed,