This is a song about "Laura de renzy"

We can talk things over a little a while

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

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