This is a song about "De geso"

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

I ain't hugging the corner, but i hustle so enormous

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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/

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

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

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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