“All these bitches is my sons And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em If I had a dick, I would pull it out and piss on 'em L-l-let me shake it off I just signed a couple deals, I might break you off And we ain't making up, I don't need a mediator Just let them bums blow steam, r-r-radiator Shitted on 'em, man I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em, p-p-put yo' number twos in the air if you did it on 'em Shitted on 'em, man I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em, p-p-put yo' number twos in the air if you did it on 'em This stone is flawless, F-f-f1 I keep shooters up top in the F1 A lot of bad bitches begging me to F1 But I'ma eat them rap bitches when the chef come T-t-throw some fresh ones More talent in my motherfuckin' left thumb She ain't a Nicki fan then the bitch def' dumb You ain't my son, you my motherfuckin' stepson Shitted on 'em, man I just shitted on 'em Shit”