What's that i hear? You're dissin my ride?
after i'm done with you you'll commit suicide,
who are you to dis my wheels,
alls i see in your sig is the matchbox car you got with your happy meal!
You ain't got nothin, lookin like you're frontin
cause we all know that i'm the one stuntin
Now i must go, on my way,
and you get my vote, as the gay man of the day
