This is a song about "De leef"

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

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

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

That i can only love you when you undressed

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

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

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace