text: Yeah, yeah
  Uh, they, fuck
  Uh, yeah
  They ask me if Im Tyler, the nasty
  Nigga that used to be in seventh grade watching Degrassi
  But yall niggas and your whips with your rims and your hat with the brims rolling right past me
  But I could give a fuck less about what you doing
  Who you screwing, who you booing
  I got these bitches brewing in my gold pots
  You could see the Rolex, the gold watch
  See them gold but you wont stop
  Im in that bape shit, or that bathing ape shit
  That shit that make you my Superman hoodie is cape shit
  You on that fake shit, that true religion, abercrombie, postale, nigga my t-shirt is pastel
  My nigga I pass well
  Well passed, and I pass that fucking class well
  And when your bitch see me, she be like Oh my gosh, your so , man youre so swell
  Like Im so swole, this bape shit is so old, older than the ice cream shoes I have thats growing mold
  And they say Ace, youre genius I say I play piano, make songs, a big penis
  Cause when I have 2, listen to Neptune shit, Im never Mars or Venus, you seen this
  My 3D glasses still the cleanest, enis, anus, nigga you could paint this is a mutha fucking bush
  All you niggas running but Im still not in a rush and Im winning
  No races, but Im grinning
  Dont believe in God, but Im sinning
  He-man and she-man and he-man confused than
  Yall want the rims, but Im still chilling in the mutha fucking mini-van like
  What it do, what it do, fuck you, and your crew, OF to the death, nah
  Yall know I do bail, yall rep yall set until the death nigga this OF until, until
  And nigga thats real, and nigga Im raw, Im bigger than my boss the cold 86 degrees heat on need with your bitch screaming out my name gagging on her knees
  And nigga Im reed, eating mutha fucking ice cream reeses pieces
  Nigga Im the Im the shit, You could call me Ace, The Creator A.K.A. feces
  Im eating like a feces
  What the fuck is my problem!
  Im a let this one ride out tho
  Im a let the keys fuck with the drums
  A.C.E, OFM, Bangin on your FM, yes
  It was all a dream, now I got my own magazine, word up
  Im out, peace