This is a song about "Samuel de champlain"

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

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

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

The feds slower than a can pouring

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

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Without the sound of guns

A " d boy ", the town i'm representin is de-troit

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

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda