It's a simple question, do you got it or not?
I been talkin' to God 'bout the garages for the crib that I still haven't bought
Boat rockin', my thoughts goin' too fast
I'm not rational, I need the '42 on the rocks, wait, uh
I'm the ambassador, meanin' I gas up the land I came from
Make it rain and the money lookin' like ransoms
And my brain always steady demandin' answers
I've been feelin' like I'm fightin' with my thoughts
And the motherf- benchin' a lot
Punchin' the bag while he listenin' to, "The Box"