So 80 can you really spit?

That’s a question for your girl who really likes this shit

That's a question for the world meanwhile you cry in it

As the depression swallows whole your life and pride with it

Swear I could die with this

No Clinton I ain’t lyin bitch

Grab your Lewinski and Epstein and get clean

Before the 1% blast you within a jet stream

I’m in LA, what a place to get re-reflecting

I feel like Jimmy and Carl before they met sheen

The skin before all the cocoa butter and hemp sheen

I hear relenting

Among my brothers

Siblings, sisters becoming mothers

Say it won’t happen to them until they become the others

I’m in the suburbs, dunkaroos in my fucking cupboard

This ain’t religion, call me different or call me Hubbard

It ain’t the summer

Working weekends a fucking bummer

Might get her number

Fuck her later but never love her

I’ll never cuff her

Probably cause I could never trust her

She know I’m lying

Cause she know she can find another

I ain’t no buster, hot dog toppings without the mustard

The strength I muster

Muster the strength

They said I’m always only singing, I come for they heads

They said it’s bars I’m only bringing, find comfort in this

They say I’m harder than some gingerbread left by the sink

I get it tatted on my wrist with some very rare ink