This is a song about "Departe de lumea rea"

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

A " d boy ", the town i'm representin is de-troit

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

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

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

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

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite