This yo boy, Mike. Coming to you from the OC

Gonna spit some fire for ya, southside

I'm on fire, don't touch me punk you'll get flamed

I'm about five seconds away from making me a new name

You see I'm white, I'm a pothead and I don't give a fuck

I might drop a little verse on the corner for just one buck

Then go to the store, buy a blunt wrap, get carded

I look old enough, bitch are you retarded?

Hop in the subie, and drive to the mall

Roll a fat blunt give my bitch a call

"Hey, what's up? You tryna chill?"

No I ain't smoking bitch I'm lookin' for a fill

This hard on ain't gonna fix itself, suck it you will

Maybe if you're good enough I'll pull out my wallet n' give you a bill

Then drop you back off home, your mom is asking

Were you with that no good boy who's packing?

About 2 bucks and 50

Check your heartbeat girl your mom will know you were with me

I'm getting baked, cloud 9 has captured my soul

I'm eating these rappers until my mic gets full

Definitely spitting, southside fucking' repping

If you ain't here to rap boy, you better get to stepping

I'm here to trash talk, this isn't a lesson

But I'll teach a motherfucker to sit down and stop messin

Cause I'm fame to the game that brought me here to the same

Fucking rap game that's more ass than kardashian

And the fucking robber coming to smash your cash again

You need to lock up, because the 5.0 coming at ya

You're burning more than a frycook, let me get you a spatula

Opening rhymebooks and writing through pens and pens

While I'm sitting in a studio with my lyrics, send after send

I'm trash, I'm poor, I come up from nothing

The teachers and non believers would tell me I'm something

That's bad, terrible, fucking unbearable

But the lyrics in my hat are making it wearable

I'll get up to the heights, I'm destined for

I'll be droppin albums in no time, my raps with save your store

When you're in for the lines, your rap music you been hoping

Get ready for the ride, buckle your seat belt, it's time for my opening