This is a song about "De yl"

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

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

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Me & mom alone every dinner

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

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

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Without the sound of guns

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh