This is a song about "Jude de colle"

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

A " d boy ", the town i'm representin is de-troit

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

These niggas wanna be scarface, i'm with sosa

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Wish i get i could produced by scoop de-ville, no need to take pills