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 a swisher run, crack the 40 then I lit a blunt

Told Chuck I had a couple raps, so we kicked the drums

All the best rappers are usually dead

But I'm the poison that left a widow Juliet

In the studio with candles lit and Buddha heads

Coming up with all the coldest ***, take your Sudafed

Contagious, speaking while sedated

God ***, make 'em want to add a couple pages to the Bible

I ain't got nothing left in my will

'Cept throw it all in the casket, it's mine still

I need some backpack cast raps

Took a break just to kill the game half-ass

Set some rat traps, went to take a cat nap

Woke up, threw 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 it but she like, tell me, "Master, feed my pipe."

I'm the Scotch on the Rocks, you the Appletini type

Bitch *** before I slap you with it

Gees

*** before I slap you with it

Gees Still *** with these hoes, though

Ozo on these doppelgänger Jojos

Take a bitch to Soho for some Froyo

Tell her she gone blow it, Romo

And now I'm out in Cali like Tone-Lōc

Young boy, but I'm chilling with some grown folk

No joke, most dope, you just bowl smoke

How much coke you got to sell to make a boat float?

Hit 'em, hit 'em 'til 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 warshed

I ain't from the street but I grow you from the porch

I been had hoes, I play sports

Her ass out the bottom of her shorts *** before I slap you with it

Gees

*** before I slap you with it

Gees Black James Bond in a white shaft

Turned my daughter to a queen, turned a dollar to a dream

Flashy as high beams, smoking on good weed

Something from kush seeds, the only strand to smoke for us OGs

I'm rich car service, no car keys

First class flight, 'bout to land on a new bitch

She *** me and swallowed every homie I came with

MCM bag and nigga, bet some weed in it

200 dollars worth of Backwoods, we all living

Brought the gangsters back to bucket hat, how real is that?

I'm getting money, rub my tummy, that's my baller sack

Quarter million in a safe in case I get a case

Faggot-ass judge hating on me cause my money straight

Dropped 10 racks in all 50 states

Gone name my next tour Million-Man March

Make a nun throw it back while I pull her scarf

She gave me head, my nuts touched her cross, boss

Figg side *** before I slap you with it