This is a song about "De hoet"

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

I know your man ain't lovin you right

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

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

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

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

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