Far from youth

It's them dirty Field fuckers, giving them fucks about nothin'

You pussies can't handle us, we in high school, only youngins.

Used to heat my grandmama's house by crackin' open ovens,

Used to be at my apartment bummin', while I spark and tug this.

Smoking eased what was difficult, head feeling like a topspin

you would find me nowhere else, like

"good luck, hire a bondsman."

 

Okay I hear you talking, we have nothing in common,

I have gotten to the point where I'm at the top of my game,

Batman and Robin.

White sportin tobaggans, i am eminems godson.

Why are you still talkin? Before I start you've lost, son.