(Aye yo I need everybody to be quite for this sh**, I wrote this sh** on the way over here, ya'll ready?)
It was all a dream motherf**er, 17 motherf**er, tryna ball like I'm playing on the team motherf**er.
Like Kareem motherf**er, what it seems motherf**er, me and mine out here winning; charlie sheen motherf**er.
On any given Sunday, Willie Bean motherf**er, in the hood like Radio Raheem motherf**er, blowing good but this aint no porch scene motherf**er.
This that smoke it until you numb as morphine motherf**er, because the life is a f**ing war scene motherf**er.
So much grimy sh**, Imma need quarantine motherf**er, aye and then maybe I can ride clean motherf**er, hit the ghetto in a black limousine motherf**er.
And how dare you ever judge me motherf**er? Paid my daughters college fund with 16s motherf**er, baby mamas out here trying to Billie Jean a motherf**er.
But Im on my trill sh**, bring a Bun B for the rocker, nah I mean motherf**er?
(And its like that Harlem Lace The f** Up I thank ya'll so much for having me!)