This is a song about "De klas"

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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

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

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

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

The feds slower than a can pouring

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

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

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

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

A " d boy ", the town i'm representin is de-troit