I'm in that cotton pickin' bent, put massa on the guts
White on white whips, Kunta Kinte on the clutch
You at the bottom of the pole, Totem
Like Lamar Odom I ball, scrotum
Flyer than a cricket so they call me Nicki Jim-i-ny
And it's going down like Santa in the chim-i-ney
You don't ball, break your baby back ribs
You need more assist than the handicapped kids