This is a song about "Detroit satan child"

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

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

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

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

That drive to detroit was all too slow

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Quick trap a demon and dick slap satan!

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

85. relative of satan,

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Don't mistake it for satan

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

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

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed