This is a song about "Marquis de lafayette"

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

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

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

And then along came the wrong man for her

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