[Hook]
Cinnamon seats, dashboard flakes, yeah, sprayed out
 [bad word] as fool, throwin’ that Jimmy back until I’m laid out
Homie, I’m on my Catfish Billy [bad word]  I’m talkin’ way out
Dude, I’m way out – I’m talkin’ way out
Rollin’ country side anywhere that I go, hey now
 [bad word] on ‘Quake, cops pullin’ off they tellin’ me “turn it way down”
Homie, I’m on my Catfish Billy [bad word]  I’m talkin’ way out
Dude, I’m way out – I’m talkin’ way out

[Verse 1]
Yeah – intergalactic, out of my mind and into traffic
In the pepper Converse tryna climb out
and risk it with nothin’ in my backpack
It’s me: a son of a [bad word]  a child of a prick
stepson you don’t wanna hit
Ooo wee, no, not him – not Lil’ Wayne, Michael Wayans,
Who you thought it was, B?
 [bad word] right, and I’m on a tightrope
Screamin’ out “die [bad word] #33;” [bad word] my life…
I ain’t never give a [bad word]  I could never give a [bad word] now
So put the chain on my bike, yeah
Put that [bad word] back on the spot, give me the pistol before you [bad word] it
Let me throw a bullet in the clip for luck for us
Poor us, yeah, poppin’ these, shockin’, ain’t it mane?
Well I guess nobody wants to be broke, right? Black or white
Paint the frame,
‘cause I’m only used to refusing the stereotypes of a name
I ain’t a name – I’m a phone, I’m a piece of gold
I’m a pro, I’m a piece of [bad word] too…
What I gotta do if I gotta roll? Guess what?
I’mma roll all over you when I’m ridin’

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Used to watch my beeper chirp, new [bad word] and a Black Panther shirt
My world was a little bitty spot in the universe outside of Earth
Tennessee loud, Alabama born, I came down in a meteor storm
Media wrong, media right, rightin’ my wrong, lean to get long
 [bad word] to get this, children go – this building is about to blow
I don’t know what I’mma do with this feeling
inside of my mind and soul
I’m a one-in-a-million human show
Shoulda been the [bad word]  [bad word] Show
But if you seen me gettin’ raped as a child
You probably wouldn’t give me room to grow
Heavy blow, take a heavy sigh, like [bad word] on the dailies, high oh my
You’ll be good, baby boy, don’t cry
I can make a boat with the broke up rhymes
God made me the Cherokee
Like no, I can’t let the world off the hook this time
And if you didn’t want this catfish [bad word] 
In fact, you shoulda never shook that line
Readied that hook, took this time, to press play, then rewind
I would rather be [bad word] than be blind
To the space age pimp [bad word] that [bad word] 
What I know, [bad word]  roll, I’m [bad word]  famous, country fresh
That I can’t take one step in the [bad word]  street when I’m in public
So I get in this…

[Hook]

[Outro]
Yeah, I’m on my Catfish Billy [bad word] (sprayed out)
Still ridin’ them Chevrolets, know what I mean? (laid out)
Alabama, South Kakalak is way out
You know we way out
 [bad word] Muzik is way out
Rollin’ country side anywhere that I go, hey now
 [bad word] on ‘Quake, cops pullin’ off they tellin’ me “turn it way down”
Homie, I’m on my Catfish Billy [bad word]  I’m talkin’ way out
Dude, I’m way out – I’m talkin’ way out