This is a song about "Fleur de lis"

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

She only love me when i be ignoring

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,