Verse 1:
I´ma get on this TV momma
I´ma I´ma put shit down
I´ma make sure these light skin niggas never ever never come back in style
Told em I finished school and I started my own business
They said "oh you graduated?" Naw I decided I was finished
Chasing yall dreams and what you got planned
Now I spit it so hot you got tanned
Back to school and I hate it there hate it there
Everything I want I gotta wait a year I wait a year
This nigga graduated at the top of our class
I went to Cheesecake he was a muthafuckin waiter there

Verse 2:
I got a Jones like Norah for your Sorror
Bring more of them girls I seen in the Aurora
Tammy, Becky, & Laura or Shirley
I´m tryin to hit it early like I´m in a hurry
See thats how dude became the young Pootie Tang tippy tow
Rocafella chain yea thats my rapper style
Rosary piece yea thats my catholic style
Red & white ones yea thats my Kappa style
And I ain´t even pledge
Cracked my head on the steering wheel and I ain´t even dead
If I could go through all that and still be breathing
Bitch bend over I´m here for a reason