This is a song about "Mtv cribs"

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

With you, my cd, and maybe mtv or something,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

The way we eatin her we gonna need bibs with a side of cribs,

Turn on your mtv what you see on the screen

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Amen, they say you only live once

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Fuck a vibe award,no mtv or all the above im in it for the origins

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Deliver an ass whipping via mp3 and giving you people more reality than mtv.

And my shit's ridiculous, it should be on mtv

I'm bigger than the code, i'm game genie

Are seen on bet and mtv, the tv screen,

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen