This is a song about "De hoet"

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

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

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

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

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Re-directed de-ci-sions

I never fit in with them light skins

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

These niggas wanna be scarface, i'm with sosa