I don't really know what the f** I'm talking about, or who the f** this song is about, I'm sick and tied of being at this f**ing school, it ain't f**ing cool, i'ma take over this world, like a g that hasn't done it befo', you thinking I ain't gonna rap no mo', well you mother f**ers are f**ing co*ks**ers, you control nothing I'm under control, no one can stop me now, you ain't gonna handle me now, you can't rap me out now, just scribble out those rhyme, you were gonna spit and start over, like driving a range rover, or like having a bo*er, I'm getting older, and stronger, I'm a smoker, playing poker, I'm a stoner, I used to live in nova, Scotia, with my moms than it was over, but she was the owner, of that sh**ty house, that had a mouse, or two, b**h I'm talking to you, yeah its true, that I'm talking to you, I don't have a problem with you, talking to, me but you, have a problem with me talking to you, b**h show me, your b**bies, a** and p**y, bring em out show me your body too and see me, cumming in you, and its true, b**h