This is a song about "Jude de colle"

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

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

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

Re-directed de-ci-sions

We buy cars, y’all flip whips