This is a song about "Ole detroit"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

I mean big ole titties, the void in my minds back,

I mean big ole titties, the void in my minds back,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

So we're representing this detroit, yo you best get bent or get destroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

It's really not an issue

Detroit doesnt except weakness like you

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Who's pockets look fat just like her big ole thighs