This is a song about "Detroit cowboys"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

We chief on loud like indians and my crews strapped up like cowboys

Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Marshall, come on we'll watch the game, it's the cowboys and buccaneers

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

Seen the how-to video now he on point

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

You ain't detroit, im the d

Every time i'm at detroit, i've been very weary

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free