This is a song about "Pica de boi"

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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

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

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

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

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

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

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

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