This is a song about "What de heyll"

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

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