This is a song about "Gritty"

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

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

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

My city's so gritty people need money to borrow

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Gritty lyrics display the difference in vivid images i make

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Spittin this gritty got you shocked like obama on the debrief/

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets