This is a song about "De hoet"

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

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

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

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

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

You know that love is a very serious thing

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave