Verse 1

They say mode old , new boys fresh to death

Either they stupid or they bugging off the crystal Meth

I see an A-list of wannabes I give em F

DonT talk I DonT wanna smell gorilla breath

Its the biggest one you hear that Elizabeth

I'm coming to join you

Hiphop triggered it

Tired of rapping idiots chatting like they serious they big dummies

Somebody warn dem

They talk junk so I Sanford and Son them

They do not exist fire burn dem

Its often long when , I am dealing with lames

I'm stoic I taught myself to handle the pain

One question , how u gon milk the game

When your lactose intolerant

Irrelevant pink elephant stuttering no speech impediment

Forget the sentiments you can't rap and its evident

Verse 2

It goes , henny in the VIP

Let it flow

No space on the table its packed with XO

You probably think we playing tic tack toe

I'm a polymath period ipso facto

I'm punching they pinching

Inching forward they wack though

Pockets really getting fat though

Your chic ratchet making a racket she's not subtle

Tell her to serve me its badminton with the cock shuttle

Philosopher black Aristotle

Buzzing off the bottle

Name a book and you bet it

I read it

I'm in the sky fly bye call the paramedics

Never give a for airtime they get no credit

Boom the Dane go and beef I dead it

Your career's a deleted scene from the final edit

My style rasta man lock nuff man ah dread it

Cold world so its plausible that I DonT sweat it