This is a song about "Michiel de ruyter"

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

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Myself as a prominent figure

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

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

So im saying sorry now for all the bad shit ive said , its not an excuse i was a

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

We can talk things over a little a while

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