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

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

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

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

And getting money is the song i sing

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

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

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad