[Verse 1 - Corny]
I'm sitting back pa**ing trees, kickin rhymes casually
Doing it all so masterfully, way pa**ed what's being asked of me
Have to keep my fashion clean, Look fresh out of the factory
Its just the way it has to be, if not its a catastrophe
My boy riding shotgun, the b**hes are in back of me
Asses seem fat to me, but I'm used to looking at flat plasma screens
Yea, we got a pack of three white b**hes who all gasped to breath
After we pa**ed the weed, welcome to the asthma team!
We got the lungs of people way beyond their eighties
Got no ifs, buts or maybes, just smoke spliffs on the daily
Fade me a contract, I'll sign it and drive off in a Mercedes
Go ape sh** crazy, snort some white, not talking saline
Because I'm Bias-ed against these other rappers, they're lazy
Praying they'll make it instead of taking it with dedication
Cuz they don't have what it takes, they're all just phonies and fakes
Makin a lot of mistakes, they don't belong in this race
Probably will not finish, certainly will not win it
It isn't hype for me to say they don't belong in it
I bet they quit it and give in I give em three more minutes
I got heart and will go on like Dion's singing
It's going down like the titanic, half way through its trans-Atlantic
b**h I see it all its like my eyesight is panoramic
Got you p**y rappers frantic, scared sh**less in a panic
But your nothing compared to me so I can kind of understand it
I'm the truth, call me candid, it's about to be planet
Takin it all like a bandit, so don't take anything for granted
It's a miracle the way I've played the cards that I was handed
Managed to use every single thing I've seen to my advantage
Like a soda can that's handled by the boxer named Mohammad
I'm set to blow, I'm volcanic, say I won't? Then you can can it
And get Lost on an island in the ocean and get stranded
I k** beats with no survivors, 815, oceanic