This is a song about "Fleur de lis"

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

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

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

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

In the rule book, it states equality inbetween race, but not even in the

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

I was playing with guns

Re-directed de-ci-sions

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

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy