This is a song about "Laura baguet"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Like nut smoking up blunt for blunt

You could say i'm friends with fred

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

But he is still 16 years old a young guy whose raps are mold

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

City bread just like the rangers

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

My brain is fuckin racing shit i'm spacing like a plain nut

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Yeah, we get this cabbage

I'm just here to take control of this game and break the mold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold