This is a song about "Departe de lumea rea"

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

If u smoking with me you better de filling

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

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

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

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

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

No fronting cause the coppers is coming, like

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite