This is a song about "Tour de france"

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

And i'll tell you some more, i'd like to give you a tour

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

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

Damn, now that's what the fuck you call dedication

Excuse my french but i’m in france, i’m just sayin'

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

I ain't hugging the corner, but i hustle so enormous

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

If you thought it, it better be what you want