[Verse 1: Infinite Sidd]
It's the microphone beat k**er back in the booth
He's sipping the juice and singing this hook
He's Horton to your Who, recording while he snooze
Meaning he does this asleep thinking about peace
But bust be cumming out so he must be a musty male, huffing puffing he must prevail
In his own realm, go 'head, making waves the boat sails;
So many flows, any amount of payment's just enough to get him so mad, huh
And know his palm wet, you know his only soul mate's still missing
Still insisting on instilling hope in the hopeless culprit
He dozes off 'til the morning, and tomorrow co-comes again
He most definitely the most important name in all this Earth, I'm just stressing
I'm finna be destined to be ever so s**y
The best in this Earth still standing
Man, please