This is a song about "Tour de france"

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

Re-directed de-ci-sions

The jiggas and the tips

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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

No work due to clement, sore core tour, bore,

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

From last night on the tour bus

And now it's clear as this promise

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

Since nautica was popular than popular for good