This is a song about "Detroit"

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Detroit doesnt except weakness like you

And word i blew off herb i grew

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

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

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

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

So we're representing this detroit, yo you best get bent or get destroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

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

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