This is a song about "Ivil of de"

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

And i like my marijuana bright

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

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

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on reggie miller

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

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

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

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