I got a story

Straight outta Detroit

You know your favorite son

With a brain full of porridge

He's so greasy and I do mean sleazy

The law got in them handcuffs

So we moved to Texas

Taking dough from city coffers

Employin' family staffers

Gettin' rich, life's a bitch

Especially in new sneakers

Now it's my turn

To rip this shit

Strawberry got her fate

Carlita ordered the hit

Got confessions

That never were heard

Five years later

Oops, you're gettin' served

So you like Gucci and plastic surgery

In the prison yard

You'll be fightin' for your hosiery

You think life is perfect

You're doin' so well

Soon your palace walls

Will be a prison cell

CHORUS

Kwame's a dog

Detroit's #1 criminal

Writin' a blog

Beggin' for dollars

The scandal

Can't show your face

Such a disgrace

Still have your fans though

IQ average 88

To them you pander

Taking bribes

To pay for your Benz

Suckin' on some other woman's titty

Out of our city's funds

You mad guilty

You're goin' down it's clear

If you rise above

Idiocracy is here

So you say you see Detroit

In your back mirror

I hope you see the tragedy

You caused while you were here

You closed the oldest aquarium

In the North America

Took over a million dollars

From our Detroit area

So you can have your Escalades

Spa treatments and champagne

All that bling Carlita needs

And hotels with no name...