This is a song about "Pelotas de humo"

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

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

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

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

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

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

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