Lost my way a couple times, asked the Lord where I'm going
Cause I keep it on me like I can't afford it to tote it
I ran my money up and I ain't think my daughter would notice
Now she in cla**, that Marc Jacob bag crossing her shoulder
It's f**ed up when you find out your dog was a cobra
The feds slick, get in the whip, you can't talk to the chauffeur