This is a song about "Little de kaka"

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

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

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

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

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

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

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

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave