This is a song about "Karin de bruijn"

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

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

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

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

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed