text: I’m feeling fresh like a dude with new clothes
  A dude with two hoes is sweet like sucrose
  Who kick it like Judo with an expert like to those
  If they don’t like to flow, then I’m just like toodles
  Who need for no more people against my strategy
  Already got enough people mad at me
  ‘Cause I was born with the mentality that came, saw, and conquer
  Cain and Abel, kill a brother, no problem
  And no hesitation, no recitation
  Dude, if my flow is food, then it’d be cooked Cajun
  And this is cooked crack, but not for your nose
  More like air shipping, don’t pick it like boogers from your nose
  Dude, I used to rap from journals
  Was dope, but I lacked delivery like DiGiorno
  And now every track, I come hard like pornos
  And ever since, I don’t take ish like urinals
  Now look how I turned those
  Haters to friends
  Boys to mens
  And I’m at the end of this road
  And there’s enough strip left just so I could take off in a Learjet
  Go from Chicago to Tibet
  And make a pit stop in California
  Say what up to Deondria, Tyler, and Tommy Parker
  In my jet, you can guess, yep a game of Contra
  On my Sega Mega Drive and I’m about to fly
  And transform like Megatron
  To a mega don
  Make ways like a Megalodon
  That’s the type of ish I’m on
  BrandUn DeShay meets Odd Future and now I’m gone