Had there come a time when this white boy short of rhymes
Forever drilling them out like coal mines
Smoke more weed than any wild White could
And if a n***a trying to step he wish a n***a would
Ain't scared of competition
Can't match to what he's dishing
Flow smooth like bu*ter, burn you like toast
Turns a rap battle into your own roast
When asked how by all the ladies
He say it's gravy baby
She say yes and never maybe
No chains on his neck
Best believe that he collect
Call him Deejay, he keep a hoe in check
Walk into the club watching big booty hoes
Just for No Chainz, he got his own damn show
Ain't an actor like Jasper but he make a b**h perform
No questions asked as she drop it to the floor
Bring it up high like his money stacks
If she do it right she get to wear his buckleback
He love a tight p**y, like he love a tight J
Pack them with extra care
Lips stay on it twice a day
When it come to his rhymes this white boy don't play
State of mind higher than his GPA
In high school voted biggest flirt
Getting chased by heards of skirts
Have them off in five seconds
But those are confidential records
Never kiss and tell, he just trying to spell
Out rhymes, stay high, and raise a little verbal hell