This is a song about "Une merde de chien dans une grosse bouse de vache"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Re-directed de-ci-sions