This is a song about "Fleur de lis"

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

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

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat