This is a song about "Jude de colle"

But i ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

If u smoking with me you better de filling

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried