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On stage rapping

Ain't shit to me, I'm a rapper, that's what I do

Young Dave snappin'

The crowd seem to fuck with me and I like them, too

Ordinarily I might joke around on the stage

Funny motherfucker, class clown, 12th grade

Sometimes I might overstep my boundaries

Do some weird shit, believe in the art of the joke

In this case, I was like Ay, y'all a great crowd

So as a reward, do you wanna see my dick?

Crowd went wild, now I'm kinda torn

Mid-show soft dick Is my worst soft dick, I'm a moron

"Show your dick, show your dick"

- Whole crowd chants - Shit

I'm like, I can't, but what about nuts?

People erupt, whipped out the nuts... cheers

Off stage, head up to the dressing room,

Five cops Waiting in my dressing room

Goddamn, dude, you blowing up

Look at how they beefing up the security

I was like, Officers, I'll be okay

One cop said: "Sir, you're under arrest"

I laughed in jest,

Assumed he was just Showing off for his cop friends

Opened some Chex Mix,

"Sir, I'm gonna need you To put on these cuffs"

I'm like, "What?"

Sir, you just exposed yourself, at an all-ages show nonetheless

Wait, you talking 'bout showing nuts?

That's like a common joke

You never pull out a ball with your friends or...

-Never? - Sir, please put on these cuffs

Wait, stop, no, this is actually happening?

- Sir, sir - Wait, this is unfair

- I'm sorry, I swear - Sir!

- Please hear me out... - Sir, you're going to jail

I'm like, "Jail?" He like: "Yeah"

I'm like, "Jail?"

Yeah

Booked, bail

- Pay it, scared - This is crazy

- Months pass, trial - Real trial

45 parents press charges

- I got a DUI in college - Stupid

- This was not my first offense - Oh, my God

Children were crying on the stand Probably the dorks of their class

You're a loser

Now it's the day of my reckoning They 'bout to give me my sentencing

Can't even breathe and I'm trembling

- The jury arrived at a verdict - Guilty

- I thought I misheard it - Guilty

- Mama Burd going berserk - My son!

- Wait, you said two years, Your Honor? - Yes

On the bus to Tuckawala They got me chained to Roberto

Tat on his face, he was fidgety

Shook as can be as we pullin' in

They take my picture, unchain me They give me my state I.D.

Then they took me to a room And told me to "spread your cheeks"

I was like, "Like this?" They like: "Yeah, but rake your nuts"

Rake... rake my nuts?

- Like pull 'em up? - Yes

They made me squat and cough

- Standard procedure, I'm wid it - It's cool

After I finished I had a minute with the guard

Say to him, "Sir, I know this is bizarre"

"But the whole rape thing, is it, like, real?"

"Is it actuallya thing in jail? Or...?"

He like: "Yeah"

I'm like, "Yeah? It really happens?"

He like: "Yeah" Isn't it your job to protect people?

- Getting walked to my cell - We got a white boy!

Walking through jail

- Shit is like hell - You dead, you dead!

- It's just like the movies -Gettin' fucked!

Screaming and hollering, hooting: "Fresh meat!"

A black guy said: "I'll break your back!"

Hispanic guy ask: "What that mouth like?"

- "I'm-a need that" - A neo-Nazi just smiles

We get to my... cell, got a cellmate named Raheem

- Hi, I'm Dave - Good dude, wonder why he in

- I'm Raheem - Then he asked me what I even did

What'd you do?

I explained the whole thing, was performing

Showed my nuts, totally innocent, like

I did it, but it was an innocent act It's not a big deal,

Now I'm here In Tuckawala for two years

For exposing myself to minors

"Whoa, whoa, you a pedophile?" Raheem said

No, I'm not a pedophile, you just heard the story

Okay, okay, okay; you cannot let anyone know this

- Why? It's not a big... - If they find out, then it's over

- Over? -You raped; dead, maybe

- Raped dead? - Let's just think of solutions instead

In here there's the blacks and the Mexicans

Well, what about those white supremacists?

They see that you're Jewish, it's evident

It's evident, what does...

The blacks and the Mexicans Don't have inherent hatred for you

You gotta pick one of them for protection

- Who? The blacks or the Mexicans? - Yes

I guess I go blacks, right? Blacks

I just don't know much about Mexicans

- I hear you - At home I would hang out with blacks

- Go with blacks, then - How do they know I'm with blacks?

How do I refer to it? Do I say "blacks"?

You won't have to say...

I feel like it'd be weird If I said, "I'm with the blacks"

- It's not like that -How is it referred to?

Don't worry, I'll make sure That everyone knows you're with us

3:00 rec, ball Pretty solid courts, real good runs

Watched on the sidelines, didn't try to run

Calling for next would be calling for death

Real good black dude roll his ankle

Mexican guy on the side says: "Ay, carambo"

Now there's a squad that's only got four players

And in jail the other team picks his replacement

They look around and my heart started racing

One guy is beelining straight up at David

'Cause they probably think I'm a horrible player

They like, "All right, take this white, skinny bitch"

Little do they know I'm a bad motherfucker on the court

First play hit 'em with the cross-up fake

Next play, wide open three, like, wet

The yard taking notice, I take a charge

But they don't even notice

Don't leave him open His jumper is potent

Pat on the back Feel like a black

Dap, dap, dap

All the sudden, a Mexican guy Walks on the court and says

Stop the game, stop the game, stop the game

Gets in my face Says: "You know what he did?"

Everyone's frozen in place

- You know what he did? - What he do?

He raped some kids

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, not true," I said

He said: "One was my niece!"

Hold on, I can explain, I'm a rapper, I was on stage

You ain't no motherfuckin' rapper

- Yes, I am - We gon' rape you

No, I am a rapper I'll spit, you want me to spit?

- I'll fucking spit! I'll... - You 'bout to get fucked, pendejo

Listen: my dick sucks, my dick sucks That's just a hook

Remember the name Don Quixote

That's the guy that will fuck you later

-Okay, chismoso? - Then he walked away

I tried to play it cool, I'm like, "Back to the game"

Punched in my back, thrown off the court

I'm like, "I'm with the blacks," that made it worse

Smack, smack, smack

I'm like, "I didn't rape no kids" I just showed my sack

You never did that, like, with your friends?

- Ain't fuck nah, pussy - It was just a joke

- I believe in the art of the joke - That don't sound very funny

Yeah, but you should've seen it, it worked

They laughed, the joke was successful

They whipped my ass

- Now I'm not with the blacks - You ain't black

Lick my wounds in my cell, tell Raheem all the facts

This guy walked on the court...

- He like: "Oh, no, Don Quixote?" - Yeah

- That's the most dangerous Mexican -Really?

And now all the blacks not protecting you

Yeah, no shit, and by the way

They didn't take kindly To me saying I was with the blacks

Well, now...

- Now everyone's got the green light - Green light?

- I wish I could make it be right - Raheem...

- You're definitely gonna get raped -Raped dead?

- If I were you, I'd learn to fight - I can't fight, I'd lose every fight

Instead of fighting back What if I offer, like, willing head?

Willing head?

I'm like, "Yeah"

Willing head?

Yeah, think about it

- Nobody wants to fight - That's not true

I would much rather give consensual head

Than get fucked up my ass and die

Well, it's not gon' be an option like that

No, no, hear me out, what if one day up in the caf

I stuck a paper on the wall?

- A paper? - Yeah, a sign-up sheet

- A sign-up sheet? - Yeah, with time slots

- What? Time slots? - Yeah, for head

If you don't rape me

I'll give you the best head you'll ever get in jail

And I'll be such a joy, so pleasant

What a great companion I could be

- I don't think... - This is so smart

Then word would get around about the head

And everybody would start to realize

The second I'm raped, that the head off the table

Better than anal

The brothers would kill for this shit, Cain and Abel

You're not gonna have the option like that, cuh

It's cool when you say "cuh"

Like cuz, but you... "cuh" Where you from, Raheem?

- Man, I gotta nap - When you wake, then

Caf, tuna fish

Actually surprised because this shit fire

Usually I'm real picky with my tuna type

Only like my mom's and Subway's

Did you guys know that Subway's the biggest chain in the world?

Over McDonald's

No one responded

Tap Raheem's shoulder,I said "Did you know that, Raheem?"

He like: "What?" That Subway's the biggest chain?

- Bigger than McDonald's - No

Walking back to my cell

Just me and the guard, I feel greasy

- All the sudden he bail - What the fuck?

Then as I turned the corner, I saw Don Quixote

Fuck, this is it, oh, my God, Dave, you're so raped

Thought of my options, he start approaching

I'm like, "Quixote, relax, I'm open to it"

Come here

Kissed on his neck

Licked on his ears

Took off his shirt

Kissed on his stomach, his chest is... so bulbous

But I'm playing my part He fallin' hard, I got his heart

I get down to my knees, ay Tease, ay

Whipped out the dick

Oh, my God, so big, ah...

Veins, everywhere, so many veins

Off-colored dick Darker than I expected

I realized in that moment

I've never seen a Mexicano's dick before

Spit on the dick

His guard fallen

Cocked his head back real slow And then said: "Ay, carambo"

Plan coming to fruition I open wide, put the tip in

And I close my eyes, pray to God and...

Okay, turn it off, please. Turn it off now.

You want this to be your first single?

100% yes, but, like, I will field any and all questions

after the song's completed.

There's, like, six and a half minutes left.

Can we just talk after the song's over, please?

- Have some courtesy? Thank you. - No. Just...

We are never putting that song out. Ever.

Okay? I'm actually a little concerned that we might be in some sort of trouble

even playing it out loud here.

I'm very confused as to what you're even talking about.

Like, this is the most innovative piece of content maybe ever,

in the history of recorded media.

Okay, so we can get on the same page, what rubbed you the most?

Jim, may I?

- By all means. - Okay, great.

Yes, let's have a nice, civil discourse about this.

As a black man, I find this extremely offensive.

The criminal justice system, it embodies all the racism

that African Americans face in this country every day.

And for you, through a black art form no less,

to take it and make such a-a mockery of everything,

I don't even feel comfortable working on this project now, Jim, to be honest.

- I understand. - Yeah, I respect that.

I'm sorry that you feel that way, I really am,

but just so you know, there are six and a half minutes left

where I get to this whole climax

that exposes the criminal justice system.

That's the whole point of the song. You just didn't let me get there.

I lure people in with absurdity through, like,

the lens of a privileged perspective.

- And so, can I please... Thank you. - Go ahead.

Bit off his dick

Ay, carambo

Spit out his dick

- He fell to his knees... - No. Unbelievable.

- May I also chime in? - Please, Pam.

For you to be making jokes about rape... ever, let alone in 2020,

I'm just shocked at the level of tone-deafness here.

Okay, Pam, just so we're on the same page,

are you saying that man-to-man prison rape is, like, the same vibe...

Vibe?!

- No... - Vibe?

We're saying the same thing. Okay, this is a lot to digest,

so let us have some time with this and we'll come back to you.

- Is that cool? - No, there's no time.

I don't need to digest anything.

I didn't come here for feedback, or even approval.

I came here to tell you this is exactly what it's going to be.

This is my first single. This is my art.

You know, when I signed to you guys, it was very clear:

creative is my thing, you guys figure out the rest.

It is what it is, like, that's the deal we agreed upon.

Okay, Dave, you are signed to us now. Okay?

We do control what you release, when you release it and all that.

And it's clear to us now, you need our guidance.

You know what, don't do me any favors, okay?

Because, by the way, this... this is the real fucking jail.

- Dave... - No, I'm not... This is crazy.

We will... We'll get back to you.

What the fuck were you doing in there?

What the fuck was I doing in there?

How the fuck is Spotify gonna play that on New Music Friday?

Are you out of your mind?

And by the way, your days of not letting me hear the music in advance

are officially over, pal.

I can't believe you let me go in there blind like that.

- They're never gonna let that go. - Who cares what they want?!

What are you talking about? I'm your client.

You should only be worried about me!

I am only worried about you,

whether or not your pea-sized brain realizes it or not.

You got to get me out of this deal.

I'm not doing this for my whole career. Get me out of the fucking deal.

- Really? Really, dude? - Yeah, get me out of the deal.

So you're not willing to compromise for $250,000 and a machine

that's gonna help you live out your dreams?

My dreams? You think my dreams are running everything up the flagpole

whenever I want to put a song out? No.

I can't half go for it. I can't compromise my art.

Your job is to do what I want.

You listen to what I want, and you make it happen at all costs.

You don't worry about appeasing other random people.

I'm not worried about appeasing random people...

Do your fucking job! Do it! Do your job!

I don't understand, like, this is the best thing I've ever done by far;

I've put so much time into it.

And Mike just sits there nodding his head "yes,"

doing whatever they want, not even defending my vision, like a pussy.

Okay, would you ever compromise your art for anybody?

If they were paying me? Yeah.

- Can we get into your logos? - Okay.

Okay, so per your e-mail, I got a bunch of shafts, a bunch of balls.

Some young, some old. You can, like, mix and match them.

- Wrinkles. - Yeah.

I knew you would want wrinkles. I got, like, 12 wrinkled dicks for you.

And then, for myself, I did some without dicks.

I actually... I like this non-dick one. Let's do that.

So you want, like, 50 different variations of this

that will then ultimately have a dick in it?

No. I think that that will work fine. Let's just do that.

Okay. Sweet. Done.

Yeah. How's Al?

She's good.

You don't have to rush out, I'm just asking a question.

- I'm not rushing out. - What do you mean "she's good"?

Is she going on dates? That's all I want to know.

Dave, I'm not getting in the middle of this.

I'm not asking you to get in the middle. I asked you one simple question.

And honestly, your lack of a response is very telling,

so you've already told me she is.

I'm not talking to either one of you about either one of you.

You guys aren't speaking for a reason,

so I'm not gonna be the messenger.

Okay, I got to go. Love you. Bye.

Institutional flaws How will you all respond?

Did you know all along?

Ay, caramba.

Dude...

This is, like, the best thing I've ever fucking heard.

I know, right?!

At first, I thought it was too problematic, but by the end,

how you tied everything in with the criminal justice system,

it's just, like, such a chef's kiss on social commentary.

Thank you! Yes, you understand it.

It's, like, yes.

And the label won't even put it out. They think it's too offensive.

- You should just fucking leak it. - Leak it? Just put it out?

What if you premiere it on The Breakfast Club?

Like, imagine sitting down and talking with Charlemagne about jail.

Yeah, I mean, I wish I could, but... it's, like, not easy.

Dude, yeah, not easy. I could text him right now.

- Yeah, text him. - Okay. I'm doing it.

But, like, couldn't I get in trouble with the label?

Like, couldn't they just sue me?

All right, one of two things are gonna happen.

You're gonna play the song, everyone loves it,

your label's gonna be excited, let you do whatever you want.

Full creative control.

Or... everyone's gonna think it's terrible, the label's gonna drop you.

But it's what you wanted this whole time,

and you're out of your contract and free to do whatever you want.

It's a win-win to me.

Brilliant.

Yeah.

Yes,The Breakfast Club. Benny got me on.

- I see it. - Totally real.

- Okay. That's awesome. - Yeah.

Okay, CC me on the e-mail, then I'll reach out to the label.

- I'll let 'em know that you're gonna... - No. Don't say a word.

- Do not. - Why the fuck not?

Because I'm gonna premiere "Jail" onThe Breakfast Club.

I'm just gonna... just put it out there. It's the best thing I've ever done.

Like, I have to put it out.

You can't just go behind the label's back.

- Okay, we signed a contract with them. - I need to start doing what I want.

Not doing what I want has gotten me in this position.

I didn't want to sign with this label. You really influenced me on that.

It's not a side project for everybody. Like, this is my life.

I quit my job.

- Really? - Yeah, really.

When?

When the advance came in, I put in my two weeks.

I was waiting until this became a real thing, and it did, so I quit.

Why didn't you tell me when it happened?

Because after that fucking "Jail" meeting,

- I was trying to get it back. - That sounds about right.

Can you blame me?

Don't try to, like, guilt me into making decisions for you now.

- That's not, I mean... - That's fine.

I'm just going on the record right now

and telling you I think it's a very bad idea,

and you're going to piss off some very important people.

So just know that.

I want to go on record saying that it's a risk that I'm willing to take.

I can't, like, half-ass it. I have to go with what I believe in.

Okay.

- What are chives? - It's like onion bits.

We've done this, like, a thousand times.

- Oh, baby. - Look at this.

A Lil Dicky studio session, not using another artist's time.

You're getting paid by my stupid fucking label.

Everyone wins.

- What's wrong with them? - Everything.

I need to really lock in on this album right now.

It's the only thing that is keeping me alive.

I have to tell you something.

I'm leaving town for a second. I'm going on tour with Trippie Redd.

He asked me to go on tour with him, and engineer on the road and...

For how long?

Six weeks.

Six weeks? What the fuck, dude? I'm...

Bro, six weeks isn't even that long.

That's fine. I'll do everything myself.

Aren't you happy for me, at least a little bit?

Zero percent happy for you.

I'm happy for you, obviously, I'm just sad. Just...

You have me here now. Let's get to work.

- Chin up, buttercup. - Play me a beat.

- Put it on hold for me. - For how long?

Forever.

Ay, first things first When I pop, I'm-a get your ho thirsty

I sign my paycheck in cursive, I'm worthy

- Yeah - Hos.

I'm going to get something to drink. You want anything?

No, I'm good, thanks.

- I'm good. Thanks, bro-bro. -Okay. Heads up.

We're in there in ten minutes, all right?

Are you still doing that "Jail" song today, bro?

Yeah.

You know how many niggas I know that would kill to have a record deal?

You run into a couple obstacles,

you ready to risk it all just to get some jokes off?

That shit weak, bro.

I'm getting, like, very sick of people telling me how to live my life.

It is what it is, bro. I'm-a rock with you regardless though, period.

For a place called The Breakfast Club,

you'd think they'd have more than just a box of Shredded Wheat.

Heavy door. Hi, guys, I'm Dave.

- Good morning. How you doin'? - Angela.

- Yes? - I'm a hugger. Sorry.

- All right. - Good to meet you.

Charlamagne. Would you like a hug?

- No, I'm not a hugger. How are you? - Good. How you doing?

I'm a hugger, but I just don't know you, so...

Sure. I'm Dave, nice to meet you.

Man, I can't wait for you guys to hear this song that I've got.

- Hey, Jim. - Hey, Mike.

Did you really think we weren't gonna find out about this?

You're supposed to keep us in the loop about this stuff.

- We're partners. - You're right. Let's...

Oh, my gosh, are we in third grade?

Is this microphone mine?

- Whose else would it be? - Touché.

I think we should trust Dave's artistic process.

- I do. -Okay, no, so check this out.

And I want to watch what's happening.

I know, and let's watch from right here.

- You're a little new, aren't you? - I'm brand-new to this.

- Wake that ass up. - Early in the morning.

The Breakfast Club.

Morning, everybody, I'm Angela Yee, that's Charlamagne Tha God.

We areThe Breakfast Club,

and we have a very special guest in the building.

- Lil Dicky is here. - Hello, everybody.

Yeah, he keeps introducing himself as Dave, though.

That's my name.

I just feel weird introducing myself as anything other than my name.

- That's pretty un-rapper-like of you. - I know, right?

Is that something you take pride in, "being different"?

Not being, like, seen as a typical rapper?

Not necessarily.

I don't want to even speak to what other rappers do.

If I'm gonna meet someone, I'm not gonna be like, "Hi, I'm Lil Dicky,"

'cause, like, I'm not. Like, I'm Dave.

Like, the guy behind Lil Dicky. You know what I mean?

So the whole Lil Dicky thing is just a parody?

No, I don't think it's a parody.

There's jokes in it because I'm a comical human being, I suppose,

but it's more satire than anything.

Do you worry that people will look at you as a culture vulture?

I worry about just about everything, Charlamagne.

Like, I wake up and I start worrying.

Who's your guy over there with the dreads? That's your shooter?

That's your weed man? That's your... Go on. What does he do?

You're being a little stereotypical, Charlamagne.

That's my friend Gata.

So you just walk around with a token black guy to make yourself look cool?

- No. - Gata, come over here, my brother.

- I want to holler at you, man. - For real?

- Yes, man. Come here. - Shit.

- Here's your mic. - I can't believe this.

I want to ask you some questions about, Lil Dicky, Dave here.

Do you work for Lil Dicky?

Yeah, that's my partner in crime. I'm his hype man.

We be turning up, geeked up on stage.

Do you actually fuck with Lil Dicky's music?

Dope, bro. One of the greatest.

- Greatest what? - Rappers.

I tell him that every fucking day.

Like, "Bro, you dope "as fuck, bro, keep doing your shit. Be yourself, bro.

- "Don't fold on these niggas." - No.

You're not gonna convince me that Lil Dicky

is one of the best rappers out right now, brah.

- You're gonna see, Charlamagne. - Stop it.

One day, bro. Might not be today, but you gonna see.

And what made you pick a black man as your hype man?

It's not a complicated question, sir.

I didn't think racially when I... I mean, I picked Gata.

He's been a hype man for other rappers. Gata knows all my songs

and he's, like, honestly, a very, like, talented performer.

He's great at dancing. He's...

Of course a white man would think a black man is a great dancer, Dave.

I mean, he's just, you know...

Yeah, he's, like, he's really... he's good at... Yeah.

Good at what? Wait, is that cultural appropriation?

Yeah. It is.

Is it? I'm wondering now if it is or not.

Just right now? Just right now at this moment,

a white rapper is wondering if what he's doing is cultural appropriation?

Man, fuck all that. I been in this nigga's mama house.

They done cooked for me, I done slept in the guest room.

Seriously, y'all don't know. Don't even fall for the hoopla.

You've been there for me, when I was down, bro, on my mama, nigga, like...

We supposed to be together, getting this money,

doing shit that people ain't never seen before, bro.

- And that's what you doing, my nigga. - Here's what I'll say.

If having Gata be a part of my rap career

is, in fact, cultural appropriation in a way that was totally over my head,

which is obviously so possible because I'm that stupid as a human being,

then I really don't have regrets.

I know that's a bizarre thing to say, but he's, like...

I got, like, one of the best friends I'll ever have out of it,

so, like, I would do it again. I love this man.

- That's beautiful. - #RelationshipGoals.

- I love you, too, my nigga. - That's it.

Real talk, bro. You my brother for life, bro.

I love you.

Y'all just need to be a couple. Where'd y'all meet, Tinder?

All right, Gata, cat's out of the bag. Give me a smooch.

Look at this guy. Always being funny, man. I can't believe you, brah.

I think he's serious.

- You guys are cute. - I'm out of here.

South Central L.A., we did it, Gata made it toThe Breakfast Club.

Shout-out, Angela Yee, LD, Charlamagne, I'm gone.

- That's right. Good to meet you. - I'm out.

I have waited so long for that kiss, you have no idea.

So, Dave, you told our producer that you have a song

that you want to premiere right here onThe Breakfast Club?

- Huh, Lil Dave? Lil Dicky? - Yes.

So, yeah, I've got this, it's my life's work.

It's the best thing I've ever...

I'm just gonna...

If I'm being honest with you,

I have had conversations recently with my team

about whether or not it's ready for public consumption.

And it's actually not finished yet now that I think about it.

How about I just rap for you instead?

You knew you was coming toThe Breakfast Club.

So let me rap.

You really ready to rap live in front of eight million listeners tuned in?

I think it is eight million potential new fans,

and sometimes you have no choice and it just is what it is, so here we go.

Eight million people that's about to think that you're wack.

Or not.

- Elz made the beat... - Who the hell is Elz?

Y'all probably didn't know what this was

Y'all probably about to hop on this bus

If you know somebody that'll call my bluff

Then line 'em all up, they will all need hugs

Condolences, in my own lane like bowling pins

I'm so dumb I don't even know where Poland is

Suburban kid, I got it at the roller rink

My girl just left, I should not have said that

But I guess I was due for a setback

I'm still dripping with the sauce, need a Wet-Nap

My dick sucks so bad

Y'all don't even want to know the details

You don't want to know about the surgeries,

I kept it all inside till now, fuck it, I'll tell everybody

Two holes on my shaft Hypospadias, look it up

I love when my fans are black,

I'm a little tone-deaf Yeah, what of it?

You know my heart is in the right place

I've been working like a dog in this bitch

And that phrase doesn't even make no sense

'Cause dogs were probably the least evolved animals in the world

I'm sweet like a sorbet,

Mike calling me About to get another tour date

More cake, give me more hate, this is horseplay

Hot in a North Face, you cannot ignore Dave

I know I'm privileged Let's not even go there

Out here fucking it up, But I'm still fucking it up, wait

Little body, but the boysound tough,

Hold up but they saying I'm not rap, Charlamagne, this is hip-hop, right?

Give me the facts, just keep it real

I'm up and down,like off and on I was an ad man at Omnicom

I used to eat with the parents at the Olive Garden

I was wearing nothing but Ralph Lauren

My mom adorned me, and I like milking porn

But I guess that's less important Just a little side note about me

Tell Gata no need, I don't even need weed

I'll smoke this beat like

All of that, all the smoke, I need all of that

Trust-fall them, they falling back

I don't know nothing about life But I write it like a book, wait

How you doing? I'm good, great

And if you see me upon the street, say, "Hi, LD"

And I'll stop you and say, "Well, my name is..."

What's your name?