"Listenin to niggaz like whistlin at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger, I'm chillin on twenty million
The rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin at the top
These hoes so excited, so they catchin every drop
I'm dodgin debacles like potholes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the 'maicas
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both but somehow I got by"