[Verse 1 - The Message 1]
Glamorous
Polyamorous
Multiple digits
N***a’s be, taught up slow so I gave you the definition
12 lokos there’s 3 of them
White hoes tell me pee on them
Black girls say he’s getting money, now I’m never leaving him

Might pull out my Fila's 2Pac had on in Above the Rim
Shots of gold tequila then we scuffle with some Mexicans
Let us in, lettuce and tomatoes, melted pepper jack on top of Salsaito turkey, mayo, mustard, fuck with that
Suffering Suckertash, ass shots, I bust that ass
Literally I bust her ass (Ooooh)
Pussy’s my dope, hung by my own rope, that’s how I cope, I done outgrown hope

I’m a diamond in the rough, down and out and back, domino effect, Dali Llama sacks
Daumier luggage now I travel
Weird science
I'm like Alex in A Clockwork Orange when he came home falling out the window

These n***as must not know who I am
I put bread on yo head like Powdered Toast Man
Big ass guns you gotta bust with both hands
Corduroy pants, Taka Hayashi vans
You the type of n***a, that I can't stand
You the type of n***a probably like to hold hands
You the type that can't understand what I'm saying, spied on by the government Obama anti- Aggin Laer
The media trying to suppress my message