This is a song about "Fleur de lis"

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

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

If u smoking with me you better de filling

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

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

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

Basketball is my favorite sport