text: Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwing chairs, killing shit
  Im half-privileged, think white and have ngger lips
  A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant
  Shit, Ill pass a class when my dad starts giving shits
  But as long as our relationship is turdless
  Ima keep burning rubber and fucking these beats with burnt dick
  Who that? Oh, that new-coon John Cusack
  A Mecca button-up, shouting, Bring Fubu back
  Hands full of coke, mouth full of crack Muzak
  Odd Future on the do-rag—guess whos back?
  With no hint, were egging with no tint
  Plus, its a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits, ugh
  The Night Striker, Im riding her, up-tying her
  Its nine Vicodins stuck inside of the windpipes of her
  A little bit of sherm sure provokes the fucking fight in her
  She started biting cause Im giving cock like its advice to her
  Take that, Im on top like wave caps
  This is grade-A rap—Domo, bring that bass back, nigga
  Um, Domo couldn’t be here, so, uh… We’re just… I don’t like talking. Hu— Ugh!
  Awww, cuz fell on the floor, cuz! Ayy, call them policemen niggas that, like, help people when they hurt!