[Verse 1]
Octagon, Armstrong, I got eight arms
Forklift, stick the shift 'til the kick start
Field n***a, carry n***as in a rickshaw
Drip sauce, billions served, we don’t need charts
These arts? Hidden craft for the greed
'Cause they need that, ACDC with the feedback
El Hajj Malik el Shabazz recap
'Til we rockin’ Rolex with the icecaps
Get high, see God, then we right back
Red octagons from the purple pop, Young Carl argonaut

[Verse 2]
Qari get the money like curls, I don't gotta flex
Hear it in my dialect, higher than the fighter jet
N***as really spiders, only see 'em on the web, on the internet
Spittin' out bones, it's attack of the clones
I'm aimin' at drones and cameraphones
I don't gotta flex, tentacles with poisonous ink
Feelin’ Timberlake, all of my n***as in sync
The idea not as big as you think it is
I’m feeling Xavier, keep my eye on the phoenix
Tell my ex I'm a genius, she let me rinse and repeat it
I’m tryna tap into somethin'

[Outro]
Hah, BMWB
Exactly, pussy n***as never knew what it...
Hah, they wired it
Klaus, go down and get me some cable snippers
This is Captain Hennessy, you have trespassed on a private facility
The coast guard is being alerted via satellite