This is a song about "Tre de trigga"

A nollie tre or an idea, homie i'm ticked

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

I'll murk em like dirk nowitzki pullin the trigga from three

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

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

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

Stay ready to pull a trigga quick

Ambition is still very big