Текст песни
Pour out a little liquor, quickly circle the fifths
With rubbish missing
Can't convince me 'cause your hat stay fixed
Yeah, but who is he?
None other than the man, the myth
Two type of stiffs
Pimps and simps, least my experience
My price too high to make appearances
Your legendary status may not come with health
Celebrity and fame may not come with wealth
Mention my name and had to check himself
That cheap gin spirit can't be top shelf
He spread it open and ate of
Despite the world, the weight of
Stay creative
Vim and vigor, might and name
Spam and scams are quite the same
I need a mouth full of gold
Like a pickpocket to a billfold
Claims to be intelligent, yet still smokes cigarettes
Everybody would love to be able to be themselves but they can't
Because they must fall in line with the person in front of them