Hut, two, three, four Hut, two, three, four Hut, two, three, four Hut, two, three, four Soon as we fired at the end, oh She gave me Uncle Winslow's Enemy, break it down, Steve Urkel That means good brain, good brain Soon as we fired up the end, oh He gave me Uncle Winslow's Enemy, break it down, Steve Urkel That means good brain, good brain You are now tuning in to the smooth sounds of Sex, Drugs & Homework This song was made for you to forget all your problems and just relax Forget about your homework Forget about anything you have to do at home Just sit down, and enjoy the music I write this verse sitting on a cloud Meaning I was higher than the peak Eiffel Tower As my Big Pen leaked on a loose leaf All I could do was think So, I gathered up my mind like a coroner As If I had my brains blown up (pow, pow) Found out that without clout I could still rain you niggas Like a slave house leaking in the south Damn, ho You can't stop it Rap game Profit Better yet God Better yet, catch me whipping yayo in the kitchen But I never get caught That mean I'm Rick Ross Which is a complicated correlation basically saying that "I'm a boss" And if that ain't a bar, "Suck my balls" Is what I told her telling her bend it over before the odor of Marijuana came She said... Now you call yourself Jay IDK? What the fuck does that mean?! Your name is Kwame, your name is Kwame! Jay IDK my ass! Ay, all your friends If y'all listening, this nigga name is Kwame! It's not Jay IDK! He's not a rapper!