This is a song about "De yo is where it at"

Yo yo yo, lets bring it from the top down, the only way is down from here,

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

Plot, it thickens, yo the clock is tickin', poppin' sick shit,

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

More than where im paced at, i'm faded but you can't erase it

Where the fuck is he at? i'm lonely, he's probably cozy.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

At the top where i'm in, is no place for your adventure.

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

With these macs i've got a bad habit

This is for the victims, yo, bust it

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

"where is it?" under the bed? in the depths of the shed?