This is a song about "Samuel de champlain"

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

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

Don't listen to what others day, you will live another day. there's no stopping a

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

Without no reasonable doubt y'all was all on the sofa

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

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

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

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

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby