This is a song about "Michiel de ruiter"

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

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

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

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

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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