Just call me the bakery, stackin all of this bread/
you just David Tyree, catchin balls with your head/
lookin like a shootout aftermath wearin all of this red/
ain't enough streets to have all of this cred/
fashion tight, to the very last thread/
watchin all of you fags laughin/
even my New Era flags matchin/
BITCH!, I'm swag splashin/
so get ya umbrellas && beach towels/
I'm flagrant cuz I speak foul/
&& it'd be so easy if I dissed ya'll/
with words that hit the point faster than Chris Paul/
&& by the looks of things all the talents here, musta missed ya'll//
