This is a song about "Little de kaka"

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

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

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

That i can only love you when you undressed

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

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love