Uh, ignorant-ass white kid But I'm still bicycling and recycling And I'm still eating gummy bear vitamins All my bitches taking Vicodin, huffing nitrogen Hyper than Williams' middle son Since I was a little one Moms had to put me on the Ritalin Made us wish and run Fractured 40, then I lit a blunt Told Chugga I had a couple raps, so we kicked the drums All the best rappers are usually dead But I'm the poison that left the widow Juliet In the studio with candles lit and Buddha heads Coming up with all the coldest ***, take it to the fed Contagious, speaking while sedated God ***, make him wanna add a couple pages to the Bible I ain't got nothing left in my will Except throw it all in the casket, it's mine Uh, I need some backpack cats raps Took a break just to kill the game half-assed Set some rat traps, went and took a cat nap Woke up, knew the dead bodies in the trash bags Act polite, but I'm nasty on the mic Your bitch don't want my dick, then she has to be a dyke Slap her, but she like it, tell me, master, feed me pipe I'm the scotch on the rocks, you the appletini type Bitch, *** before I slap you with it, jeez Bitch, *** before I slap you with it, jeez Uh, still *** with these hoes though Bozo on these doppelganger JoJo's Take a bitch to SoHo for some Fro-Yo Tell her she gon' blow it, Romo And now I'm out in Cali like Tonelo Young boy, but I'm chilling with some grown folk No joke, most dope, just bold smoke How much coke you gotta sell to make a boat float? Hit em, hit em till they tell me no more I'm a highly difficult ropes course Pulling up to Rome on a chrome gold horse Say what's up to the Pope, pull off in a Porsche Who you kidding, your flow's worst I ain't in the street, but I go, you're from the porch I've been had hoes, I play sports Her ass out the bottom of her shorts *** before I slap you with it, jeez Bitch, *** before I slap you with it, jeez Turn my daughter to a queen, turn the dollar to a dream Flashy as I beam, smoking on good weed, something from Cush C's The only strand of smoke for us O.G.'s I'm rich, car service, no car keys First class flight, about to land to a new bitch She *** me and swallowed every homie I came with MCM bagging, nigga, bet some weed in it Two hundred dollars worth of backwoods, we all living Brought the gangsters back to Buckingham, I realize that I'm getting money around my tummy, that's my ball and sack Quarter million in a safe case, I get a case Faggot ass judge hating on me cause my money's strange Got ten racks in all fifty states Gon' name my next tour, man, your man March Make a nun throw it back while I pull her scarf She gave me head, my nuts touched the cross *** before I slap you with it