This is a song about "Fleur de lis"

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Re-directed de-ci-sions

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

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