I been losing touch of my soul, Suicide

Yea, Bitch, why'd you try me

Got me singing out my fucking heart like an Isley

Who the fuck was playing caped crusader, who the fuck was being spiteful

I was tryna get my timing right like a rifle

I got Whitney from a cholo

I look like I'm Pablo on the stove, call me Picasso

Baby take this bean you a sleeze

Shawty, she a slut

Hanging from a tree

Shawty, she a tease

Praying on her knees, yeah, that baby is a freak

I might go and fuck just on a whim

Way that I be dripping, yeah, I feel like Scuba Steve

I know she a fiend, she gon' fuck me off a bean

I feel like I'm Wemby, yeah, I'm popping up on screens

I feel like I'm Robbie, yeah, a puppet on a string

I been seeing red off a molly and a bean

I'm a superstar, I wear black diamond rings

I feel like Osama, yeah, I'm blowing up, bang, blow