This is a song about "What de heyll"

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

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

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

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side