This is a song about "Detroit pistons"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Friction never in the pistons

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

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

You ain't detroit, im the d

They say i talk like im god body

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

All bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different

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

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Detroit doesnt except weakness like you