 That yellow Lambo I was havin' when I trapped in the sun That green Ferrari sent outside when I couldn't make fun He wanna be a superstar, I bought my magazine For his birthday, got him a Glock or more than 17 I been on Adderall, I been on gasoline I had some Haitian with me, they got the poking bean I did new registration, I did some new Celine They line up at the wool, doctor actin' like some fiend