This my peacock, rick flair struttin/
Got my money right, yall can't tell me nothing/
A lot of fucking, I get rich all of a sudden/
I let yall diet, I'ma live up like a glutton/

New species turducken/
Young old nigga, Benjamin Budden/
That's means I'm young and fresh enough still to be cool/
But much too wise to play around with you fools/

So give me my mine in cash/
Naughty boy Santa Clause wanna give me mine in ash/
Ya girl a freak she wanna give me mine in ass/
Sir Mix a lot and put em on the glass/

Sorry if I’m coming off brash/
but this hip hop, I state my claim plant my flag/
I heard that nice guys finish last/
played the humble for too long, now it’s time to show my ass/

Nothing personal not dissin/
But I'm killing you rappers for my daughter’s tuition/
When I sit down to write I'm getting down to business/
Send out these raps to come back with interest/

just do it for the art, I don’t fall for that lie/
They just trying to give you the small piece of the pie/
Try to swindle me or play me for a joke/
And I’ll cause a Scandal like Olivia Pope/

no fixing this like a handyman/
This game ain’t sweet like candyland/
want me to let them past like an ambulance/
but I leave them running in place like the hammer dane/

They won’t get far/
I'm on my P's & Q's like before R/
add it up like pennies in a jar/
Cold hard cash, no checks or cards/