[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