This is a song about "Rorisang kgaje ka lebitso"

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

Bitch, they call it motor city

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

My rapping made you soil

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Cause you're most likely to crash

Whilst your brother spins the rudder

Make me another brother

I shed so many tears

Grow older, closer to death.

Now walk to it with your land mind

Ma raps ma ya go blind

Miami nights, it was all a dream

You aint wantin the green,

Pleading with a soul in pieces

Let me teach you all the sounds of love