Now, ain't no motherf**er get a feature on this Coz ain't no motherf**er gettin' crazy like this Coz a motherf**ing b**h ain't get no f**ing chances b**hes gotta step their game up if they want spittin' with Nick But there ain't no evidence that they can do it like this Or a hit a hit so far up in the sky, no I never ever miss Dick is swingin' that way and I'll send it spinnin' this way A f**ing metaphor for my album, it is called Pinkspray I was bumpin' it just now, it's ba** makin' my tits shake Ain't no superba**, this ain't another mixtape Only rap album everybody's eyes is fixated on Gonorrhea, I'm a sh** on you, head on This is that, this is that, I gets crazy, aw! When I gets spitting, I gets crazy Hanging on the Billboard, I gets lazy I gets lessy when I gets lady I'm serving you b**hes, I gets gravy Ying-yang, I gets love, I gets hate, me I understand that I gets baby Coz b**hes wanna come under my name lately But yeah I birth the kids, I gets eight, I gets eighty Wait, let me check, I gets John, I gets Katy Maybe I put on my I get shady I gets slimming, I rhyme insanely Shoot by like the stars, I get BOB, I gets Hayley I'ma shoot, where the ISAB? In the booth, my drive gets crazy Therefore my mic gets crazy, spit 'til your mind gets hazy, ugh!