This is a song about "Pica de boi"

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

Dope next to shots vodka emotional victory my boi rich checkmate mastery

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

Ill say it strait up, boi your lines fuckin reek

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

Cause my mother let me do what i want