[Skit 1: Randomgeens]
Aye, I heard we’re talking shit now
Hey, I don’t even like rapping, but this whole thing got me going crazy, man
I'm here for it, just living in the moment
Aye, Metro did his thing on this one, I can’t lie
Told him to make some drums. Aye, I can make some drums for you too
Just hit my line, you know my name
I'm on my green shit right now
Aye, Drake, I'ma let you finish
But I'ma let Quota talk his shit first. You already know

[Verse 1: Quota]
Drizzy thirsty for the underage, bitch you's is sneezy backing up, none of these girls even hit, they dahlia
Dot, tame Impala, you heard? Tryna fit in. Let it happen, bitch, you know who won
Fuck your career with a sneak diss. Tribe X said fuck you, ended his life
Metro made a beat to top off your cap. Your dad snapped, jumped on another hoe, just make sure to pull out
Man kept swimming in bitches, your kids' swimming lessons been missing
Kissing on all these rappers' bitches, do these women even know Drake been fucking on Cristian?
Fuck this rap shit and listen

[Verse 2: Quota]
Come out as bisexual? That's great
Come out as a rapper? That's fine
Don't come out on stage to kiss a girl who's only 17
You wanna be respected in the game? Money, bitches, and fame, planting fake evidence—lame
Trading sexual favors is strange
Diddy even hit you; we call that market train
Your legacy really gotta go; fake abs look like dysmorphia. Mr. Morale done bodied up
Big stepping on a bitch that can't get Rihanna, huh?
[Skit 2: Randomgeens]
Damn, okay, I see you, Quota. What’s your next move, Drake?
Don’t be walking around no preschool pondering and writing your next lyrics
Matter of fact, you don’t even write your own shit. I know you was conflicted, I know your ass conflicted right now
Keep walking in a circle
Don’t come around my neighborhood though; we'd knock your ass down
I can’t lie, I liked Views; that's a good album
Too bad you can’t go back to your prime, though
This new shit got me going to bed before 12 o'clock; I can’t lie to you, man. Certified lover boy? More like certified boy lover
More life, more like more crimes. Nothing was the same? You’re right, nothing is the same
For all the dogs? More like for all the shlongs
Hey keep that snake in your pants next time; maybe you wouldn’t be in this mess
The truth is coming out, man. It’s coming. Coming soon
I'ma let this beat finish out. Have a good night
Except for you, white boy