Decked out in bronze, oh i lied this is stainless steel
Its just a lil rusted, ha, imagine how my haters feel
Why he dress so cheap, uh I can't stand him

I bet he grew up in some really weird place like Kansas
They don't understand me, nobody does
I'm building sand castles, y'all still making pies with mud

Same boring lyrics, still rolling on dubs
And rolling up doobies, taking seeds out the buds
Get your lil buzz and then hop in the booth

Reppin' your whole crew, when all that's in it is you
Lie about the truth sayin you just bought a coupe
Wondering why your ratings is sittin still like some soup

In the meantime I'm soaring, stay far from boring
You's a little sprinkle and predictably I'm pourin
I know you heard the story little negro its a spiritual

A white man's spiritual, but I'm all up in the lyricals
Frosti the snowman magically came to life
The beats is my hat, I murder every song twice

Serial killer cuz my style will never change up
I'm a lil different got her $$# down face up
More then 16 I should make these younguns pay for it

Not born intto the game but you could tell I'm made for it
Hotter then these dudes rocking gold plated teeth
But nobody really cares about me

I guess it must be
Cuz these ^!$$%s got dough
And I don't