Hit the studio and do a song with Samsonite

Pack my bags for Denver, grab lil bro, and catch a flight

I got a shiesty on me, let that temperature get cold

I got a lot of pride in me, so I could never fold, I'm on go

It's an evil world, don't wanna see you take it all

I know a girl with some drip, I told her take it off

I light my blunt and I get high until it make me strong

Off into the sky I'm in that spaceship and I'm spacing off

Gang, that's the fam, that's the squad, it ain't no crime shit

I take your bitch, I make her fly, and make her my bitch

I won't make her wifey though, she cool but she a side chick

Put her on my hip, just like a pistol she my sidekick

Gary Peyton, Shawn Kemp, squashing the competition

Ronda Rousey, took her to the bed and put her in submission

I'm the greatest, how I feel at least, I'm undefeated

Cause every time I took a L, I learned something I needed

I'm conceited, I believe I can't be beaten

Plus, I believe in every lyric that I'm screaming

It's outlandish, getting famished, haven't eaten

My ticket paid in cash; I land in Newport then I'm feasting

Let 'em know I'm coming it's too hard to keep it secret

Uber out to Eden for the weekend, hit the beaches

Came from a town somewhere you probably never heard of

Been underground somewhere I'm coming to the surface

Not some niche artist and I write all my own lyrics

I smoked some weed and had some drinks, increased my spirits

Inconspicuous, I'm in the mix, I'm superstitious

Never too abrasive with the vocals, just a little vicious

Just fictitious, hit the rhyme-scheme, it seems make believe

Promiscuous, insidious, can't hide your flaws in Maybelline

I'd rather treat myself; I can't treat you to the finer things

Too many sixteens, they can't fit in these designer jeans