I’m about to go in on this beat I will steal your man Then I will leave Leave him crying wish he never met me Cause he knows there will never be a next me I got it going on so I name my daughter stacey I swear these bitches trippin Thinkin that they could replace me Their man a little Timmy Tryna chase me like I’m trixie Until I pull up with a bigger Rollie on my wristie I’m out of this world and I did even plan it I’m from another planet And now I’m out here rantin I am the shit there is no substitution I’ll fuck your world you can call me pollution