[Verse]
I don't know much about the Devil or Jesus
And I don't know much about Mother Theresa
And I don't know much about all the religions
But I know about enjoying life while you still living
No limits, no kiddin, salute your lieutenant, yall trippin
If you think that I'm gon' stop k**ing these instrumentals
Who could do it better than we do from the East Coast?
See three beasts, don't need dudes
Man, I say my own name a lot in order for you to not forget
So fly, I could cop a private pilot, private jet
Rhyming is my guidance, single parent, now she want me back
I ain't rocking Prada yet, it's probably designer sh**
I'm just a regular guy, I've been the [?]
Trying to F with the size
Ay ma, effing lyrics so they can hear it
Every song got them DJ's that go eva eva, eva eva
I'm up in the [?] where everybody get the same [?]
And maintain the same thing, that bang bang gang sh**
I don't know, I like it sometimes
But if you can't switch your steez up
Then go get sat on by a fat dude with D-cups
Hold up, y'all want an apology for speaking my mind?
I'd rather lick a public toilet seat
Bout to go on iTunes and blow like 40 G's
On sh** I think that's better than
These rappers and their corny beats
But I ain't mad, you gotta show love to get it
So high five to y'all guys who got the [?] in ‘em
But I'm going retarded so that's a hypocrite statement, man
They just be waiting for my new sh**
Like it's Christmas vacation
I got these b**hes debating is he dope or is he not
Man I be busy talking about Selena Gomez or something
Girls don't matter, you can talk about it all that you want
I'm still the same young boy, I ain't living a lie
I'm gone