Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho

Deebo any rap ♥♥♥♥♥, he a free throw

Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"

Nail a ♥♥♥♥♥ to the cross, he walk around like Teezo

What's up with these jabroni-ass ♥♥♥♥♥♥ tryna see Compton?

The industry can hate me, ♥♥♥♥ 'em all and they mama

How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options

I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton

Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'

Sometimes you gotta pop out and show ♥♥♥♥♥♥

Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em

Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him

Pole on him, extort ♥♥♥♥, bully Death Row on him

Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young

You better not ever go to cell block one

To any ♥♥♥♥♥ that talk to him and they in love

Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him

They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs

And Party at the party playin' with his nose now

And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?

Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles

♥♥♥, ♥♥♥, ♥♥♥, ♥♥♥, ♥♥♥, Dot, ♥♥♥♥ 'em up

♥♥♥, ♥♥♥, ♥♥♥, ♥♥♥, ♥♥♥, I'ma do my stuff

Why you trollin' like a ♥♥♥♥♥? Ain't you tired?

Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor