(On some different shit, yeah, okay)

321, my birthday backwards, surprise! A brand new chapter

Slide to Felipe, we chief off backwoods, so high I can't speak after

LM asked me if I can be pastor, bitch I'm already your father

We hit Lagniappe, then slide to the afters, I think I need to get plastered

And I'm a real good athlete, run so hard from the pain, I can't speak, huh

We slidin' off like panties, I can cook after, what's in your pantry? shit

It could be pasta, lobster, quirked up white kid, shit's no problem, huh

Tired of looking for promises, graduate early, I said fuck college, shit (fuck school)

If you miss me around campus, please support and go be in my mosh pit, yeah

If we were close like that, then it's VIP backstage, we mobbin, shit

Let me put shit in more context, I just got tired of doing group projects, yeah

I don't care about school, but best believe that I'm still class-conscious

321, my birthday backwards, surprise! A brand new chapter

Slide to Felipe, we chief off backwoods, so high I can't speak after

LM asked me if I can be pastor, bitch I'm already your father

We hit Lagniappe, then slide to the afters, I think I need to get plastered, shit

I think I'm scared of my ego, am I more Pippen or Jordan or Rodman? shit

I do this shit for the people, but I admit, just a bit, if I'm honest that

You can say I'm ambitious, but it's way more for my soul than riches

Cuz if I'm famous, but the Earth still dead, what did I accomplish? yeah

I think this world is Godless, extractin' oil, the oceans are tarnished, yeah

Lately, my stomach been tossin, shit is symbolic, really not on shit

Give it time and it's gone quick, hope for the planet, I lost it

Then I see demons bombin' the children, go ahead and tell 'em it's on bitch

That applies to Obama, Donald Trump, Joe Biden, all of 'em (all of 'em)

Trillions of dollars to kill, but still no healthcare, shit's so goddamn dumb

George Bush should be put in the Hague for all of the murder committed

Whether it's Bill or Hillary Clinton, do a clean sweep, send 'em to prison (yeah, okay)

321, my birthday backwards, surprise! A brand new chapter

Slide to Felipe, we chief off backwoods, so high I can't speak after

LM asked me if I can be pastor, bitch I'm already your father

We hit Lagniappe, then slide to the afters, I think I need to get plastered

So high, so high, so high

So high, so high, so high

Oh my, oh my, oh my (how you feeling?)