Chorus:
i dont care what u mothafuckas think about me
and i dont really give a shit what you was talkin bout
i dont care what you haters been sayin bout me
i hear em talkin but they dont know what they talkin bout

Verse 1:
im the nicest u gonn see
writing shit raunchy
worse than detroit without chauncey
i spend huge cash u spend foodstamps
im priceless like the bootcamp without sean p
now lets see what it gonna be
im gaming this dame got an ass like a donkey
i would dance but i wont be
id rather have a dome piece
planted on my dick cuz its lonely
id rather have her ass in the air
gasping for air as im grabbin her hair
i tax it and fare is much more than im asking
it happens u after a player
you know just what that weak shit means
fuck march madness
imma show you a sweet sixteen
i leave the scene 50 gs richer than will smith
now that some real shit

Verse 2:
im miguel Cotto nice i robo-write
my hand is like a proto-type
in the other one im holdin morimotos knife
you can be manolo imma be a solo-hype
give me time to re-up fuck these peanuts
imma get my donuts right
hang out wit snow white and get blown all night
what can u teach us
u know we grown ups right
smoke cigarettes and drink caffine
serve alcohol and sell that weed hell yeahhhh
pop ecstasy and lsd im only livin the dream
since wutang i been gettin the cream
not talkin bout that land o lake shit
i break wrists when my hand goes ape shit
i am so great kid im unstoppable
and i dont give a shit what u say bitch