"So what you talkin' 'bout, what you talkin' 'bout?
All that bullshit you...
I'm catching bodies in my sleep
Killin' niggas, call the police
A hundred bottles, all on me
That shit's so, that shit's so weak
Walk up in the club, they're like "oh, goddamn it!"
Got a whole lot of Jane and a whole lot of rings on"