This is a song about "Karin de bruiin"

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

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

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

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

My vision enormous, my bitches is gorgeous

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

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

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

Lil prps like 3 digits

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

If u smoking with me you better de filling