This is a song about "Jan de man"

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

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Cause my mother let me do what i want

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

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

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

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

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

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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