[Hook]
Cinnamon seats, dashboard flakes, yeah, sprayed out
Drunk as a fool, throwing that Jimmy back until I'm laid out

Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy %#@!, I'm talking way out
Dude, I'm way out ? I'm talking way out
Rolling country side anywhere that I go, hey now

Drunk on 'Quake, cops pulling off they telling me ?turn it way down?
Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy %#@!, I'm talking way out
Dude, I'm way out ? I'm talking way out


[Verse 1]
Yeah ? intergalactic, out of my mind and into traffic

In the pepper Converse tryna climb out
And risk it with nothing in my backpack
It's me: a son of a (*##$, a child of a prick

A stepson you don't wanna hit
Ooo wee, no, not him ? not Lil Wayne, Michael Wayans
Who you thought it was, B?

Damn right, and I'm on a tightrope
Screaming out ?die (*##$?, $#&@ my life
I ain't never give a $#&@, I could never give a $#&@ now

So put the chain on my bike, yeah
Put that (*##$ back on the spot, give me the pistol before you @@#! it
Let me throw a bullet in the clip for luck for us

Poor us, yeah, popping these, shocking, ain't it mane?
Well, I guess nobody wants to be broke, right? Black or white
Paint the frame

'Cause I'm only used to refusing the stereotypes of a name
I ain't a name ? I'm a soul, I'm a piece of gold
I'm a pro, I'm a piece of %#@! too, too

What I gotta do if I gotta roll? Guess what?
I'mma roll all over you when I'm riding


[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Used to watch my beeper chirp, new Dickies and a Black (?) shirt
My world was a little bitty spot in the universe outside of Earth
Tennessee loud, Alabama born, I came down in a meteor storm

Media wrong, media right, righting my wrong, lean to get long
Don't come to get this, children go ? this building is about to blow
I don't know what I'mma do with this feeling inside of my mind and soul

I'm a one-in-a-million human show
Shoulda been the mother$#&@ing Truman Show
But if you seen me getting raped as a child

You probably wouldn't give me room to grow
Heavy blow, take a heavy sigh
Like a runner on the dailies, high oh my

You'll be good, baby boy, don't cry
I can make a boat with the broke up rhymes
God made me the Cherokee like no

I can't let the world off the hook this time
And if you didn't want this catfish %#@!
In fact, you should've never shook that line

Readied that hook, took this time, to press play, then rewind
I would rather be drunk than be blind
To the space age pimp %#@! that I combine

With what I know, rock and roll, I'm so famous, country fresh
That I can't take one step in the $#&@in' street when I'm in public
So I get in this


[Hook]