This is a song about "Ole detroit"

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

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Detroit boy gon' fly, gon' get popped and land in novi

I got an exam on may maybe carrots can help me get an a ole carrots carrots all the way

Ran through an alleystill lookin' for my getawaycoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today

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

The jager in my cup is licorice black

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

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

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

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Round & round/ town boy/ but my pops is from detroit\