This is a song about "Laura de renzy"

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

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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