This is a song about "Fleur de lis"

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

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

A " d boy ", the town i'm representin is de-troit

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest