I’m shouting-out Rick Ross' “B.M.F” song.

http://rapgenius.com/25821

I replaced “Larry Hoover” with Action Bronson, one of my top rappers.

I adopt Rozay&Action’s nasty style in the next 3 bars.

This is my town, Warsaw, after World War II.

In this narrative, the world is in a disastrous state (much due to the fact of God being a sex-addicted cokehead).

I just want to escape. Jump around, lie around, play some music, eat blueberries, drink wine and smoke grass. Blueberries, wine, weed and music is sort of what I imagine heaven to look like. Seriously.

Playing with a color theme here. “Red” wine, “blue"berries and a gram of "green”.

This line is basically just a shout-out to falafels. I fucking love falafels.

God. I mean, he used to come across as an asshole, back in the Old Testament, but now his PR machine is much more solid.

That’s what my ego feels like sometimes. Like I’m God ejaculating on my favorite Pope’s forehead while smoking a gigantic cocaine-laced blunt and deciding not to fix Africa.

Don’t get too mad, it’s just an interesting mental image.

I complain about hip-hop being so prone to disparity, but I have the exact same problem within my own psyche.

Depending on a number of factors, I’m either self-hating or self-glorifying. No middle ground.

One minute, I can wonder how any female can even look at me (“what’d I get that kiss for?”, the next minute I will truly believe I deserve to fuck Aphrodite (or Beyonce).

This is an issue I have with hip-hop. The culture only appreciates two states of wealth: being broke as fuck and being rich as fuck. First, there’s the “hunger-ridden struggle” and then there’s being a millionaire.

My family’s always been middle class

Where do I stand within hip-hop?

Kind of back to the OFWGKTA theme, but not entirely. These bars reference the science of Sigmund Freud, who believed that every single problem of humanity was dick-related.

What a G.