I been losing touch of my soul, Suicide
Yea, Bitch, why'd you try me
Got me singing out my f*cking heart like an Isley
Who the f*ck was playing caped crusader, who the f*ck was being spiteful
I was tryna get my timing right like a rifle
I got Whitney from a cholo
I look like I'm Pablo on the stove, call me Picasso
Baby take this bean you a sleeze
Shawty, she a slut
Hanging from a tree
Shawty, she a tease
Praying on her knees, yeah, that baby is a freak
I might go and f*ck just on a whim
Way that I be dripping, yeah, I feel like Scuba Steve
I know she a fiend, she gon' f*ck me off a bean
I feel like I'm Wemby, yeah, I'm popping up on screens
I feel like I'm Robbie, yeah, a puppet on a string
I been seeing red off a molly and a bean
I'm a superstar, I wear black diamond rings
I feel like Osama, yeah, I'm blowing up, bang, blow