text: Yeah, yeah, uhh, they, fuck... alright, uhh, yeah
  They ask me if Im tyler, the nasty nigga that used to be in 7th grade watching Degrassi
  But y’all niggas in your whips with your rims and your hat with the brims, rolling right past me
  But I could give a fuck about what you doing, who you screwing, who you booing
  I got these bitches brewing in my gold pot, you could see the rolex, the gold watch
  See them gold Supras but you wont stop
  Im in that BAPE shit or that bathing ape shit, that shit that make you think my Superman hoodie is cape shit
  You on that fake shit, that True Religion, Abrecrombie, Pastal
  Nigga my T-shirt is Pastelle, my nigga I pass well
  Well pass and I pass that fuckin class well
  And when your bitch seen me, she be like, Oh My God you’re so skinny but man youre so swell
  Im like Im so swole, this bape shit is so old
  Older than the ice cream shoes I have thats growing mould
  And they say Ace he a genius, I said I play piano make songs of big penis
  Cause when I have to, listen to Neptunes shit Im never Mars or Venus
  Im seeing this, my 3D glasses still the cleanest, Enis, anus
  Nigga you can paint this heres the motherfuckin brush
  All you niggas running but I’m still not in a rush and I’m winning
  No braces off, but Im grinning
  Don’t believe in God but Im sinning, hingin
  He man, and she man, and he mad, and hes dead
  Yall want the rims but Im still chillin’ in the motherfuckin minivan like
  What it do, what it do? Fuck you and your crew OF til the death, naah
  Yall know I do ill, yall rep yall set until the death my nigga this OF until, until
  And nigga thats real, and nigga Im raw, Im bigger than my balls
  Sleave the cold 86 degrees heat on me, with your bitch screaming out my name gagging on her knees
  And nigga Im reeze, eating motherfuckin ice cream reeses pieces
  Nigga Im the cesis, Im the shit you can call me Ace The Creator aka feces
  I eat em like Im feces... a haha hah aha
  What the fuck is my problem? FUCK
  A YO imma let this one ride out tho..
  Imma let the keys fuck wit the drums.. you know...
  A C E, O F M , bangin on your F M , YES
  It was all a dream, now I got my own magazine...
  Word up, Im out, peace