This is a song about "What de heyll"

If u smoking with me you better de filling

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

I only got four minutes

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

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

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Wish i get i could produced by scoop de-ville, no need to take pills