This is a song about "Verbos que cambian de raiz"

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

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

Then i gotta say peace to you

Wait a second its not your que

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

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

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost