text: You aint fucking no bodies
  Bitch, you aint stacking no paper, hoe
  You rapping and talking bout this and that but got nun ta sho
  You broke ass fiend with some dead ass dreams
  Im living up all of the shit I say but you just making believe
  And you aint fucking no bodies
  Bitch, you aint stacking no paper, hoe
  You rapping and talking bout this and that but got nun ta sho
  You broke ass fiend with some dead ass dreams
  Im living up all of the shit I say but you just making believe
  All your fake designer clothing
  Bitch, it aint worth a dime
  And well Im mad that you cant open your mouth without telling a lie
  Unless you bout to put a bigger rapper dick inside
  And go to work until they say you might get signed
  And I wont say your name
  Cause then maybe your 57 plays
  That boom boom track you dropped got might jump to 58
  And I cant give another rapper clout
  No, no I cant
  Unless it be Schema the posse the clique and Im hoping that I claim
  I cant believe that I am even giving you sixteen
  Im throwing a dog a bone cause I have some extra time free
  You know, free?
  F-R-double E like your Honda Accord
  That the only type of rent your fake ass can afford
  So keep on paying motherfuckers so you can open up shows for one hit wonders
  Why the fuck you doing this anymore?
  Hoe, just quit while you not ahead
  Nobody would even notice
  Its coming up on the day you gon get exposed
  You bogus 
  You aint fucking no bodies
  Bitch, you aint stacking no paper, hoe
  You rapping and talking bout this and that but got nun ta sho
  You broke ass fiend with some dead ass dreams
  Im living up all of the shit I say but you just making believe
  And you aint fucking no bodies
  Bitch, you aint stacking no paper, hoe
  You rapping and talking bout this and that but got nun ta sho
  You broke ass fiend with some dead ass dreams
  Im living up all of the shit I say but you just making believe