This is a song about "De geso"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

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

See, i like the person that you are

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

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

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

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

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love