This is a song about "Detroit and monrow"

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Detroit boy gon' fly, gon' get popped and land in novi

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

420 your a bitch your flow is wack and your a complete lmae faggot you dont live in detroit

After school im so streesed out so i think to myself this calls for a joint

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Tell them niggas they slipping

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

Living young and wild and free

Cause time is money

Grab the scissors and saws and

But nah, he is quite different