This is a song about "Detroit baby"

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

So we're representing this detroit, yo you best get bent or get destroyed

Raised by a momma who, who

Detroit doesnt except weakness like you

I was born and raised in metro detroit, so it's a fact that if

Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive

Seen the how-to video now he on point

And leave the court, shoot the judge, head for east detroit,

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Hold up i'm your baby.

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits