Well, I'm the ghetto's answer to Trump

I'm cancer to the Hamptons

20 million a wop, brand sac and mansions

Increase the noise pollution, as soon as I land in

Don't even trust uppity white folks

Keep the cannon tuck

Niggas trying to lean on Jay, shots gonna stand you up

Glocks gonna pop, ya not understandin much

I hustle for the thuggest

Well, now I hustle for the rust, like fuck it baby 

I just love it

Chicks now say they like the way I thug it

Since my album dropped,my stock grows like I went public

Ladies I love ya

But I love my freedom more

I love my niggas, love to see them ball

I love Bean's and Bleek

Them niggas like my Peter and Paul

My disciples, and that's right we coming for the title.....

Do you believe, it's Hova the God