text: As I sit back, relax, crack jokes for a minute
  I think about the up-and-comers that could prolly get it
  I might go to jail for fuckin with Hell Rell
  If he get ill and pull on my ponytails
  I heard Maino life was like a movie 
  Set up the cameras, fuck him in the jacuzzi 
  Freekey Zekey, that should be easy, he just came home 
  I know he wanna bone 
  But what about J.R. Writer? Ima skill him
  And when I r-r-ride him, Ima grill him 
  That nigga Pap, he might could fuck me 
  But I aint tryna be drip-drippin no Gino Green 
  Tell Stack to bring the black card up
  But if I fuck him, would he, would he yell, Squad up?
  Tell Rich Boy to send me a pink toy 
  Throw some Ds on it and I might breathe on it 
  And when Im Philly, I gotta fuck Gillie 
  Snatch his big MAC and slap a bitch silly
  Dreams of fuckin a rap-rap dude
  Im just playin, but Im sayin
  Dreams of fuckin a rap-rap dude
  Im just playin, but Im sayin
  Dreams of fuckin a rap-rap dude
  Im just playin, but Im sayin
  Dreams of fuckin a rap-rap dude
  Im just playin, but Im sayin
  Put it in halfway, Red Café
  Put the pussy on his freckles 
  Uncle Murda could bring the handcuffs, whys that?
  I gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck 
  As for Gravy, he might could beat 
  You know them fat niggas love to eat 
  And when I wanna Nicki Minaj, who could it be? 
  Its them Young Gunnaz, Chris and Lil Neef
  Well, Nicki, what about Fendi? He made you pop 
  Tell him to kick rocks or give me some top 
  Im on my way to Jers, break Ransom off
  Quench his thirst when my pants come off
  Murda Mook and Millz gon have to battle 
  Scoop whoever win and tell em to skee-daddle 
  Run up on Mims, he could give me back shots 
  This is why, this is why, this is why Im hot, nigga
  Dreams of fuckin a rap-rap dude
  Im just playin, but Im sayin
  Dreams of fuckin a rap-rap dude
  Im just playin, but Im sayin
  Dreams of fuckin a rap-rap dude
  Im just playin, but Im sayin
  Dreams of fuckin a rap-rap dude
  Im just playin, but Im sayin