People label me as soft, emotional and poor
By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school
Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,
Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy
Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white
It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride
Churches searching for the pockets of the poor
Champagne, foreign names in my pool
But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck
Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?
A dog nigga, ballin' bitch
My white ho gonna to college,
And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes
Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos
If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/
They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money
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