Half Pint

Now me, I’m with Julio down by the schoolyard
Trying to stack ducats, cop a crib with a pool, yard
Pool table, bars, stools, cars, jewels, jars
I’m in the kitchen with Ice-T and Coco
From popo in slow-mo
From (???) to Polo
I’m at the frat house screaming «yoga, yoga»
Frat boys screaming back at me like «yolo, yolo»
For sure though, shouts out Show Squad
Third world fam OTK and the old gods
Roma to Oklahoma, on that soma
Oh god, oh I’m putting 'em in a coma
I’m in The Source now, but it’s the internet
I’m on a jet now, but I wanna bigger jet
No a smaller jet, but a taller jet
Wish I was a baller, and taller than taller get
Ostertag, most to brag
Roller coasters, Jags, use a coaster, dag!
When he host a jam, they toast the fam
No toast and jam, but oh the clams
Hors d’oeuvres my man, I’m absurd with them
Roti, goat meat, and so much yams
No birds or grams, words for grands
You an army pervert serviceman
I’m in the studio, pulling Su-Sussudio
Himanshu Suri (???) for who we know
It’s a jam, Johnny Walker Black
Johnny Walker Blue if you paid like that
My wallet thick like Costanza
Thoia thoia thoing, she moves like a dancer
If she got a donkey scoop it up like chunky monkey
If your pockets on dummy while the bar getting funky
(USA, USA)