This is a song about "Detroit o"

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

Growing up i had your posters o

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

O wait...your moms already did/

Detroit doesnt except weakness like you

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

O, the o is for the oppression that's been done to me.

This shit ain't nothing new though

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

So he got an ache in his belly eya-eya o

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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