This is a song about "Departe de lumea rea"

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

So tell the rea-per, can i live one more life

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

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

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura