This is a song about "De yl"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

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

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

And this will be the song that we sing

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

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