Now that I'm in the booth, I'm here to deliver the truth
I'm on that viral Lost Boy level, because I'm no less than Ruth
I'm ruthless, spill wine on you, leave you in a Vermouth mess
Girl got a Chanel dress, and my paper fresh of the press
I like my wine fine, same as my dime when we go to dine
5 stars, check the sign, bouncer hook up, I skip the line
Didn't even have to bribe, the man was back from my tribe
And once I was inside, that restaurant had a hella swella vibe
Got home, pulled up Yelp, you're welcome, that's another five
Got a queen bee holding down my hive, and she's looking alive
Like my boy piscina de los muertos I got one that's lively
L.A. face, Oakland booty that's on duty, come and sit beside me
I had to get dirty to make my first 30 bricks but now my money sturdy
Hershey isn't on my level, I'm a loco chocolatier like Purdy
Make the chica the Princess of Wales, wearing a Princess Di-adem
My shooters live of amenities and work free, didn't even have to hire ‘em
Rap game is my home, but unlike the city of ancient Rome
I built it in a day based solely on the merits of my dome
They call me blasphemous, clerics can't deal with my lyrics
My music isn't atmospheric, can't lounge when you're stratospheric
She likes photos of clouds and I'm cumulonimbus
Monsoon season: call me typhoon or a flooded Indus
Head to the subcontinent, and I'm sub-par with malcontent
Like my out of shape with poor posture friend, you could say I'm bent
I find Terpsichore amusing, and she's my current goal
Diamond in this coal, and I'm down to stop, drop, and roll
The last guy was pretty swoll but go to ABE and cast a poll
You'll find I'm the goal, the rice that all the chicas want in their bowl
You'll find I am the candid candidate you want to date
And my average rating is a two plus eight out of two plus eight
My cleverness and face go and compensate for my lack of weight
And the way I monopolize this real estate has the other fellas irate
Went from being young boy rags to Rich Uncle Pennybags
I'm messing with Fenty while you're picking up the petty hags
Pull up my britches, perfect game like Larson when he pitches
You're trenching in the ditches, I'm wearing rollies rolling in my riches
Meeting and setting big goals while I'm betting bankrolls
Trig on my Rolls, literally ride shotgun with my j**els
Floating on my boat, Noah's Ark, and I'm the goat
No inscription on my mink coat, that was all she wrote
Jokes, jokes, you got I some more before I hit the floor
Got swagger like Mandalore, and this is Boba Fett galore
I'm on Trump levels of division, I call it disintegration
Take a lesson from the Haitians, I'm bringing a quake to your nation
I'm the devil, president forty-five, I hope you're ready for our jive
Because you'll be dancing with me until the cows arrive
I don't see the bovines, so I'll do you like I do cosines
Solve you and leave you like your wife: unoriginal with no lines
You're a useless tool, and you've been piscine in the pool
Logical like George Boole, crossing up this trumped-up fool
Upgraded in sixteen-hundred Penn but don't try to pretend
You're just another trust fund baby that likes to blow and spend
America's gone mad, and not a tad, but all the way to bad
This four year disaster fad is going to see your country hit the crash pad
Used your democracy to elect the nouveau riche aristocracy
Who pushed his way to power with fear mongering and hypocrisy
Hypothetical for you Donald: I possess your second son
Now I Am-Eric-and I end your little bout of fun
Because the office is too important for a superego loony
Well, actually, you couldn't launch the nukes with fingers that puny
Bruh