This is a song about "Pappa de rappa"

The feds slower than a can pouring

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

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

A " d boy ", the town i'm representin is de-troit

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

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

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

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

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans