This is a song about "De dood"

Without no reasonable doubt y'all was all on the sofa

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

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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

If you thought it, it better be what you want

See, i like the person that you are

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

We can talk things over a little a while

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

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

A " d boy ", the town i'm representin is de-troit