This is a song about "Detroit baby"

Well you gotta know baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Round & round/ town boy/ but my pops is from detroit\

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

God mc oh my god you gotta see

And i know love me baby

I got to be your baby

Don't cha know we love ya? sweet lady

Cause some of you bitches funny

You ain't detroit, im the d

Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint