Yo I'm a fuckin' silhouettte
That ghostly shell with no innards left
But homie been hot up off the top like a cigarette
I've been the best
I've been elected for the president of the club that's dedicated
To excellent head spinning
The best with inept wisdom
Headed for grab winnin'
When I started fatherin' late
So y'all step siblin's
Ain't nobody calling their hate
I got the best riddens
Grounded by that ball and the chain
But I left with em
Fans started callin' my name
Like who's the next victim
So I had to swallow the pain like the strep hit em
Best with it so messin' with me is a tall order
Workin' my ass off catch that album in a fall quarter
And this is for them day on listeners glad you knew me
And this if for those cool kids with bar laced shoe strings
This is for the closest homies always got that new steez
And for Eric who'll hook me up with that kick like Bruce Lee
Thanks fam