(Lyrics from snippet)

[Verse]
Bobby ain't got nobody to keep him in-line
Too ahead of his time
He got nickels and dimes to keep him occupied, I guess
Addicted to the sound of my distress
Nobody got his will
Thumbin' through the pages, doin' numbers
Like it ain't goin' up outside
Everything sucks, I might just quit calling you n****s and be my own king
I'm sick of pretending like I ain't holy