This is a song about "De wae"

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

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

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