text: So you thinkin you a edgy motherfucker with your Been Trill
  No rent to pay and yo granny got yo phone bill
  These motherfuckers twenty-two, live like they sixteen
  Aint nothin urban bout a outfitter hype--
  Beast, no identity
  Sittin round re-tweetin tweets
  From your favorite rapper you found out about like last week
  Keep it trendy like a pussy bitch you oughta be
  The schema da posse puttin all yo fans to fuckin sleep
  Planet Earth is about to be recycled
  Your only chance to - survive - or evacuate, is to leave, with us
  So once you hit eleven likes you a king
  Pussy be beggin for you, I see
  I bet you pick up on my sarcasm so easily, easily
  Bury yo head in the ground and then dont come out
  Better sort your fuckin life out
  Theres more to life than hittin synthetic drugs til yo lights out
  When I was a kid on my bus I got a bible
  Was told to read it
  I took it home to my pops, he threw it in the trash and yelled
  Dont you even
  That begun my life as a heathen
  Questioning everything
  Especially trends, among other shit, keepin the population contained
  The mind that was in Jesus
  That mind is in me
  I know what I just said
  I said, I am the return of the Son of my Father
  Ill tell you something thats even more remarkable
  My Father came with me - this time
  Shit dont mean a thing
  If you got no money, no pussy, no weed
  Long as you got eleven likes, you wont lose any sleep
  Shit dont mean a thing
  If you got no man, no cash, oh well
  Long as you got eleven likes you wont hate yourself
  Shit dont mean a thing
  If you got no money, no pussy, no weed
  Long as you got eleven likes, you wont lose any sleep
  Shit dont mean a thing
  If you got no man, no cash, oh well
  Long as you got eleven likes you wont hate your--
  Self