Sample:
Boy, just be yourself. If people don't like you for being yourself... FUCK 'EM! Let me tell you something. I scored with a girl when I was about your age. I try to please her poppa all the time; wen' out my *way* to please her poppa. I came in one day, I said, "Nice weather we having." He said, "You can't say that. You can't say that; it might rain." I said, "Nice tie you got on." "You can't say that; wife try to choke me with it." Point I'm trying to tell you, son, is be yourself. People who don't like ya for being yourself... FUCK 'EM! FUCK 'EM against the wall, with handcuffs on and crazy glue on their lips!

[Verse 1]
She got her lip gloss, high heels, booty poppin, ass tight
Goes out to dinner and her first is her last bite
Oh is that right, then she heads straight to the gym
Cause she gotta keep her body looking slim and looking thin
So that when it’s time to swim, she’ll buy suits that she won't use
To go swimming but she’ll tan like the ladies do
So her swimming suits ain’t never touched water
But that’s ok cause she’s daddy’s favorite daughter
Then for every school dance she needs a thousand dollar dress
Cause she’s always got a new boyfriend, she needs to impress
And needs to undress in the backseat or the bathroom
Cause her dress makes her ass look bigger then a baboon
And I’m on the track going ape shit crazy
Cause Walgreens is telling me the price of a baby
Is 10.99, well that’s how much the condoms cost
Named after the horse that got through every defense it crossed
And spilled it’s containments out everywhere
That destroyed a whole city and you went safe anywhere
Well that’s what’s gonna happen to her ovaries
And just cause all these rappers think they hover over me
The snakes are in the grass but I’m where the four leaf clover be
And I’m trying to find where my composure be
Cause if the ladies getting new dresses every dance
Cause Disney taught then that a dress will lead to romance
Well hell that’s fine as long as every dress isn’t over 299
And that’s not including tax, And I’m not hating I’m just stating facts
You don’t have to get dressed up everytime you go out
Cause if you’re man is still willing to roll out
Of the driveway and cruze down the high way
And doesn’t even look sideways when he says this is my date
While you got your hair up and your sweats on
With no make up on baby girl don’t take it wrong
And I don’t mean to steal a rhyme
But drizzy said it like he read my mind
Well I’m a grown man, and every girl is becoming Lindsey lohan
And I’m dropping rhymes hoping one of them will catch
I’m just out here trying to make it happen like fetch

Sample:
“Stop trying to make "fetch" happen! It's not going to happen!”

And so what I’m saying is baby girl be yourself
Cause that’s not something that you can leave to someone else
Man I live in iNation

[Speaking]
It’s funny, if you go to a concert all you ever see anymore is a crowd of robots. Everybody has their phones out recording the performance. The entire performance. Which is cool. People wanna remember the experience. But in all honesty they are mentally dulling the experience because they are disconnecting themselves from it. It’s such a much more meaningful and impactful experience to go to a concert and not even touch your phone. But I guess it’s too late. We live in iNation

[Verse 2]
Snap back, sagged pants, knee socks and a G shock
Don’t forget a fresh new pair of rebooks
Nah better yet a fresh pair of nike’s
Air force one’s means he treads chris lighty
And don’t forget a couple more watches
Can only read digital but he’s happy that he got this
Takes a picture with two women and he thinks that he’s winnin
But he not even different he’s just completely fake he’s a wanna be
Cause famous is what he wanna be
So “I’m gonna be famous” is what he tells the ladies
And my parents are about to buy me a Mercedes
With the top off
And he goes to parties and lets the bottles pop off and just gets wasted

And he still thinks he’ll make it so he says he never sleeps
But he spends less time sober and more time in his sheets until the sunshine peeks
Through his blinds and all the drunk texts from last night is what he finds in his phone
And he doesn’t even remember how he got home
Oh well he says he doesn’t give a fuck
So he bumps taylor swift without his car windows up
Cause he thinks he’s a star and thinks he’s an icon
But in ination he’s just an i.con

Get it? He ain’t being honest
He’s a cone head but claims to be iconic
And he goes to ischool and he says icool
He’s a senior so he saying that irule
But in ination He’s putting up a falsetto
Fake is now cool, you didn’t get the memo
No I didn’t mr. fox and now he’s sly to the ladies
Cause he’s just trying to get a hook up after sadies
He’s a dog man and his mind game is rabies
And he says he’ll never sleep until he’s pushing daisies
Well no that’s me
And I be going to be at 3:33

Cause that’s my lucky number and I’ve still got the hunger
Of Hannibal lecter except a little younger
And darker and I’m looking for miss parker
But it’s not Friday it’s my day
But I live in iDay cause back to what Isay it ain’t lies
He don’t love her you just love her thighs
He wanna get in the middle like malcom
Slipping her that X like, you’re welcome
I live in iNation, What is my nation
I need some medication I need a vacation
You gotta check your iphone to get to my home, guess that’s practical
But If I stop and make a phone call it’s considered classical
And it’s 30 bucks a month for my data pacakage
And I really don’t mean to start a racket
But I’m tired of everybody saying rachet
But there’s too much racket
The truth I try to hand it out I try passin
But you all got your Headphones blastin
Emotions maskin, all about the fashion
Snapbacks, Beer cans, it really gives me fear man
It makes my sick to my stomach, makes my gut plummet
It’s my nation and I don’t know how to run it
Damn…..