This is a song about "Lapte de taur"

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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

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

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

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack