"I put all you ... on to them good lace fronts, girls is my sons carried them for eight months. And yes, you pre-mature, young money to the core, I might give you a ticket so you could come see the tour. Oh, that's your new girl? That's that mid grade. Buck 50 on yo face with the switch blade. Or the razor, yeah the razor. She my son, yeah, but I ain't raise her. Goose me hater, I got that loose leaf paper. Them V-necks be studded out. T-Rex be gutted out. I told 'em Nicki be chillin, Imma keep hurtin they feelings, because you'll never be Jordan, you couldn't even be Pippen, you couldn't even be trippin', you can't afford a vacation, I'm out in Haiti with Haitians, I go to Asia with Asians, you mad dusty you a lil dusty possum. I just come through with the six like my name was blossom."