Pacquiao

Don't mess with me, I'm awkward I box lefty

Unorthodox pops left me and he made me the man in the family

My homie Lu, he says I rhyme in a rhythm

He's all about that political wisdom, I write with him

I'm all about that original-ism you, should already know that

Cause music, the way I approached that is poetic

These bars just got foes tagged these bars hurt call the medic

And ask for a medicine for the fever that came with it

These haters sad, cause they raps blow dick

These haters mad, cause my rap's flow's sick

Their number is as vast as the ocean but my boat never goes tilt

I'll give you chills like a ghost will cause I spit so cold yet so bold it's so hot like M. Fox with no top