Текст:
I could tell you what the Porsche cost, what my wrist like
What a brick weigh, what your b*tch like
Ace bottles and late models, niggas happy with the base model
Fashion God from Bape model, they follow
I'm the culture, KRS in a roadster
Poetry, Scott La Rock with the coca, I'm the joker
My b*tch got the poker face, she a soldier
Might let you f*ck just so she can show me the safe
Yugh! I did live through drug wars, open suicide doors
F*ck the b*tch on mink floors but it ain't enough
Yugh! Seen the world on these tours, Porsche paying 'til I'm bored
Yugh! I partied off shores but it ain't enough, yugh!