This is a song about "Karin de bruiin"

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

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

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

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

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

The jiggas and the tips

Re-directed de-ci-sions

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story