This is a song about "Mtv cribs"

But now i own yachts bigger than a lot of mans cribs

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Turn on your mtv what you see on the screen

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Are seen on bet and mtv, the tv screen,

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

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks