Uh, yeah

They say I flow to go big
I'm hoping these kids is kidding 'cause
The know that I'm sick
Got you running from your mommy like the kids
No soul probably 'cause I put my
Soul in this shit
Together I'm holding your attention 'cause
You're holding your dick
It's like a boner overdosage when
I go to events so ladies and gents
I can see how crazy it gets
When you try to turn the tables
But the tables is bent
It's kinda hard to be yourself
When you need label consent
Fuck a shoulda, coulda
Woulda either do or you don't
Be true to the bone shooted
From yo' shooter to dome
Now who in the zone?
Using your medulla to flow (uh)
That's one for the homies
And two for the bros!