This is a song about "Leonardo de vinchi"

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

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

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

The pigs fly away in the morning

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

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