I went from jail walls To water falls In the tropics Boy stop it Couldn’t see me Like tv If you was watching I’m a hot topic No gothic Throw a 8 ball in my pocket And I’m gone bitch I’m on bitch I ain’t no runner up I ain’t shootin for bronze bitch I’m really in the booth Bout ta set off a bomb bitch And you can’t stop it Like pimples I’m poppin Cookin up this shit Watch as I’m stirrin the cauldron An I’m really doing this shit While these Otha suckas is talking Tell yo bitch ta chill I’m getting tired of her stalkin I recall working a 9-5 For a bum ass boss then Had ta boss up quick I’m my own boss bitch An I can’t stop flossin It’s like I’m addicted Put your opinion where the sun don’t shine Yeah you can stick it It really ain’t nothing to it All this cash I’m accruin While you sittin on yo ass What the fuck is you really doing Besides eating, pissin, and pooin Who the fuck is you really foolin Rap I speak fluent BS I’m seein through it The game needs me Like Oscar Meyer needs weenies Like the 90’s and cd’s Like yo bitch needs this PP And I’m coming in hot Just watch for my landing Even on a sick day Nobody can match n stand in I’m just a whole nother being This greatness is what you seein And I’m ballin on these pussies I don’t need yo ass to tee in Damn I’m too cold While my neck and wrist is freezin Spending money there’s no control While yo assets is freezin I’m a wrap it up now While I said what needs sayin I’m done with the child’s play Like Chucky the beat I slayed n There ain’t a hoe out there worth savin