Lyrics:

As I sit back, relax, crack jokes for a minute
I think about the up and comers that could probably get it

I might go to jail for fuckin' with Hell Rell
If he get ill and pull on my ponytails
I heard Mano life is like a movie
Set up the cameras fuck him in the jacuzzi
Freaky Zeke that should be easy
He just came home I know he wanna bone
But what about J.R Writer, I'mma Skill Him
And when I ra ra ride him I'mma grill him
The nigga Pap he might go fuck me
But I ain't tryna Be drip drippin' a Gino green
Tell stacks 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 & I might breathe on it
And when I'm Philly I gotta fuck Gilly
Snatch his big mac and slap a bitch silly

Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude
I'm just playin' but I'm sayin'

Put it in half way Red Cafe
Put the pussy on his freckles
Haha that tickles
Uncle Murda could bring the handcuffs
Why is that, I gotta watch out gotta get a rough neck
As for Gravy he might could beat
You know them fat niggas love to eat
And when I want a Nicki Minaj who could it be
It's them Yung Gunaz Chris and Lil Neefe
Nicki what about Fendi he made you pop
Tell him to kick rocks or give me some top
I'm on my way to jers to break Ransom off
Quench his thirst when my pants come off
Murda Mook and Miles gone have to battle
Scoop whoever win and tell him to scadattle
Run up on Mims he could give me backshots
This is why, this is why, this why I'm hot, nigga

Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude
I'm just playin' but I'm sayin'