[Verse 1] This is anti-clean rap, n***a where the green at? Risks I take you'd swear I had the balls the size of bean bags Not what you're used to, b**h I rep the Bruiser And the label Fool's Gold, jeans with medusas b**hes wanna scoop us, get p**y like loofahs Y'all n***as losers cop clothes from the boosters Hoes wanna choose up, of course they gon' choose us So though you need a stylist, also you need a tutor These stupid-a** n***as wouldn't know what to do So they copy wack n***as, that's what they made you The game's so trendy, that's why these labels fails Cause they don't care about music, just first week sales [Hook] So they say you need a hit, a chart toppin' single That's why it's called commercial, because you need a jingle A smash crowd banger, play it all night long You never get on, without a radio song So this my radio song, this my radio song [Verse 2] She wanna ride the wave, watch me do my swag surf Party like a rockstar, never bought a makeup purse Songs with no feelings, but she feel my thang on her Stripper with a leaky ceiling, I'mma make it rain on her Taught me how to Dougie, I'd rather see you jerk Until it skeet skeet on the walls and her shirt She'd rather hear a love song about what she getting But not from Danny Brown, cause b**h I ain't tricking Do the pretty girl rock, and even though you're ugly Getting dirty money, but b**h I ain't Puffy Ice cream paint job, semi with a hemi Heavy duty Chevy, not a Beamer, Benz or Bentley There's no originality, carbon copy singles He made "Black and Yellow"? I'mma make "Black and Emo" That's why these wack rappers, they never last long Don't care about music, just radio songs [Hook]