Yo I'm a fuckin' silhouettte That ghostly shell with no innards left But homie been hot up off the top like a cigarette I've been the best I've been elected for the president of the club that's dedicated To excellent head spinning The best with inept wisdom Headed for grab winnin' When I started fatherin' late So y'all step siblin's Ain't nobody calling their hate I got the best riddens Grounded by that ball and the chain But I left with em Fans started callin' my name Like who's the next victim So I had to swallow the pain like the strep hit em Best with it so messin' with me is a tall order Workin' my ass off catch that album in a fall quarter And this is for them day on listeners glad you knew me And this if for those cool kids with bar laced shoe strings This is for the closest homies always got that new steez And for Eric who'll hook me up with that kick like Bruce Lee Thanks fam