[Intro: Jean-Michel Basquiat and Becky Johnston]
"I've had this a lot. Most of my reviews have been more reviews on my…”
“Of your personality.”
"Of my personality, yeah. More so than my work, mostly.”
"So how do you react to that sort of thing?”

[Verse 1]
Me and my labels think, about to bust a 419
What's shaking with the crazy Haitian kid that got the chiropractor gettin' all the guap
Plaque the ‘Lac, a rental rap
The lacking call the fucking cops (man I wanted the 911!)
This the type of racket get you notarised
All the time, automatic weapons set you on fire
Draw the line, before they crash your Legend they gon’ bore the tires
Au revoir, puff a ratchet bredren they want all the pie
No more lies, Gucci bandanna hogtie
Picture God getting manhandled, n***as know it's not
Bum broke n***as outta line and I don’t owe a dime
Côte d’Ivoire, told them fly a kite
And fly the whole barrage (BRRRRRRRRR)

[Chorus]
[Haitian Creole]

[Outro: Jean-Michel Basquiat]
"So they have this image of me, you know, wild man running, you know wild monkey man, whatever, whatever the fuck they say."