I wifed her boobs out, they got my last name
Clean them rappers out, call it cascade
Known to bring the limelight heaily
Honda Civic with broken windows
Stuntin' like I'm in a Bent-e-ley
Look man I'm so complete
Fake rappers ain't nothin' but ovaries
Reppin' here from the Bay to overseas
And every rapper I'm baggin no grocery
And the rappers all think they controllin' me
Yeah I'm broke I ain't make that dough but see
I wrote the beat, I broke the beat
And I don't like your girlfriend, Avril Lavigne
So haters I can't hate you
I need you cause you make fuel
You mad at me cause I had a dream
I mapped it out and it came true
Hot chick like Keibler (Stacy!)
Long hair like I'm Bieber (Yeah!)
Rocksmith with them skinnies, man
Rolling up in that mini, van!