This is a song about "De leef"

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

If u smoking with me you better de filling

My sister and them, all my niggas listening