This is a song about "De yl"

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

That happen to act like a black president

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