[Intro]
Yeah so, uh the Gulf War
Who won that anyway, Tiger Woods?
Alright, here we go

[Verse 1]
Dear Mr. Postman
I am rap caviar
Serve me with toast, fam
[?]
I'm about to blow up
On the coast where the
Gang signs go up
And every Friday night
All these white girls throw up
Nose all snowed up

Yeah so my wife and I
We waited to have sex
Until we were married
We’re huge procrastinators

[Verse 2]
I told the gang
Meet at 7 in the lobby
Flow raw
Served with sake bomb
Ginger, and wassabi
Shout out to soccer moms
That think I packed the Swami
And shoot it for the Bucks
Like Giannis in Milwaukee