This is a song about "What de heyll"

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

If u smoking with me you better de filling

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

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

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

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Put expressions in their music and create the face

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

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could