This is a song about "Departe de lumea rea"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

The day before is better than the present

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

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

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

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

By any means necessary get campaign right