Yeah, they bluffin' and bluffin' and bluffin' and bluffin' They bluffin' on beef I been ballin' broke, yeah I'm working on me Tryna fight a waste man I'm so unruly I don't like my therapist, she don't know 'bout me You just too busy overreacting to me I don't want no chicken wings that hate me Yes my life is public, girl you protestin' me Hope the money dolla dolla bill me They still down to Maury Macarena with me Aw man, aw man I feel bad but maybe not (ah, bad not) I made plans that I don't love (nah plans ah) I got strippers that are mean (ay, mean) I finesse all of this beef (oh, beef) I disappear when I'm lonely (ay, lonely) I go ham on Scorsese (ay, director) And still Sad things It's a lotta sad things That they bluffin' and bluffin' and bluffin' and bluffin' They bluffin' on beef Dad things It's a lot of dad things That start hurtin' and hurtin' and hurtin' and hurtin' They hurtin' bad knees Yeah, uh, ah She say "Where the bread at?" I told her, "Glad you asked that" I only doubt myself and my psychic, I'm nutty Whiskey woes, I wanna trust them bear so scary Drizzy dumb, I'm so bad with all the numbers And you got meat Turn my whole crew into babies (wahhh) Without trying Kotex, you don't know needs Imagine that I'm just the stripper's sensei Aw man, aw man Someone ate too much jerky (oh, beef) I can't blame this on valet (no, tip) I am courtside but so cold (ay, brrr, ay) Might learn 'bout the refugees (yeah, human rights) I hug all my crew babies (ay, hug 'em) What is my paternity? (ooh, dad) And still Dad things It's a lotta dad things That start hurtin' and hurtin' and hurtin' and hurtin' They hurtin' bad knees Aw, sad Canadians A lotta Canadians Who are sorry and sorry and sorry and sorry They sorry 'bout me Yeah Sorry