27 years old, I ain't 26
F*cking on a Milf bitch she like 36
Want war, Jon pull up with like 30 blicks
Beat it up in MSG I should play for the knicks
I was living for my brother, gone at nineteen
Vegan hoe, in the club eating green beans
Bright eyes lil white bitch Call her Irene
Why the f*ck you smoke dope and still need visine
All this heat off the top, Ninety Pompeii
Stripper name Saphire, she sip Bombay
Pack her everyday, shit I should sign to Green Bay
You a rapper and a dawg, what a cliché
Walk into the weed shop, spend a couple bands
Riding round with ya main and we ain't holding hands
Check the live, she doing tricks if you ain't understand
Off a pill, couple hours fore Im finna land
Shit, think I'm finna crash
Gimme all the credit even tho I paid it all in cash
Money in my pocket burn a hole i got a rash
Ya'll must hate the ozone way you keep dropping trash
F*ck her best friend, nigga I don't give a damn
Trynna tax me like I ain't respecting uncle sam
She trynna kick it on the sofa watching Van Damne
Give it to her in an AM denny's grand slam