This is a song about "What de heyll"

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

And my only fear's a wedding ring

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

A " d boy ", the town i'm representin is de-troit

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her