I really don't know what this means
I don't know what it amounts to
I believe God and i don't pray to Satan
But uh
I feel the need
I don't know you tell me what that is
Sauce on them no condiments
Retros on the ottoman
God let me have all of it
Reminiscent of Solomon
Used to rock with Obama and them
But wasn't waiting on parliament
To tell me what the hells wrong with me
Everytime we have arguments
I guess its just how you word the shit
Pull up busting like Terminator
A la vista affirmative
Flying through all the turbulence
They call me an alternative
I just had to be optimist
Even though they all cautioned it
God got me in Providence
But they don't feel the same confidence
And they just only want the compliments
And they dont think they got it in them
I stuck with the plan
To run up the bands
That was The Summer of Sam
Running a scam
Pulled up and blam
Took all the money and ran
They said I was lame and couldn't remain
I guess they were scared of the fame
Or was it of change
I guess you were cool with just staying in your lane
You had a little run but its over
So they take shots in covert
Your girl looks sicker than Covid
And mine looks sweeter than Frogurt
And teaches me lessons of truth
Your girls a reflection of you
She never would fuss we rode on the bus
Yet all that I wanted to do was
Sauce on them no condiments
Retros on the ottoman
God let me have all of it
Yeah