Verse 1
You n***as lucky you don't get your teeth taken out by the vets
While white people complain that they use the same instruments on their pets
I must confess
I look like but don't respect you n***as
How can I respect someone who don't respect their self?
You'll do anything for a check, you n***as
I should check you, n***a, you need to check yourself
Oh, I make the motherfucking rules now
I don't care what color they are
If they're trash, they're trash, and their tracks getting ruled out
Every slut-walking bitch, your tracks getting pulled out
And if you ain't got tracks, you fucking hag
Then your pants getting pulled down
In public, you love it

Intermission
N***a you love my style
I didn't drink Greygoose, while 50 had Effen
Fuck is you n***as sniffin'? Chocolate?
Well ain't that ironic

Verse 1 (cont.)
It seems I must fight ignorance with ignorance
It's like that's the only language y'all speak
On that light skin/dark skin bullshit
Y'all being fucking lame as I speak
They said LA Reid told everyone
Use autotune, or your career is done
Also, make sure every song is terrible
Or you're dropped from the label
But he's black, so I should have his back, right?
But according to you n***as he acts white
.......alright