This is a song about "Jan de man"

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*

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

Your classroom testing! right there in the cafeteria eating! right there in the

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

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Skeletors, he-man, she-man, see, man?