(Intro)
Hello everyone!
My name is Eske, and I just wanted to let you all know that class is now in session.
And around this time is when rappers will usually make a random, inspirational statement to lead into their song....

BUT FUCK THAT GAY SHIT (Awwww mannn...)

(Verse)
So you tell me I don’t understand the stresses and the problems.
That come with being a rapper, cuz I’m not from fucking Harlem.
And I didn’t slang no drugs, and I had both of my parents
That were there to give me everything. But it seems real apparent
That there are some standard qualities that need to be inherent
In this game made up of thugs, drug dealers, and the rest of ‘em.
While everyone is judging me cuz I’m just not possessing ‘em.
Screaming “How’s a white boy from the burbs gon get the best of em?”
Well from my understanding, rappers are the dreamers
That broke free from all restraints and turned haters into believers
Who invested everything into the movement that they’re making.
So because I’m innovating, this game is mine for the taking.
And there’ll be no mistaking me for fitting to the mold.
I’m the kid that goes to college with a pocket lacking gold.
And I work my fucking ass off just to stay in fucking school.
Cuz I got loans out the ass and no scholarships, but it’s cool.
I just have to pay 200,000 dollars off in debt,
So I’m scared fucking shitless that I won’t have nothing left
And I’m praying all this money that I’ve chosen to invest
Will be paid off in the future when I sit behind a desk.
Working hours upon hours till I look almost grotesque.
So for now, I’ll stick to something I enjoy the best.
And that’s writing rhymes to pass the time, relieving all my stress.
Trying to earn the right to gain that massive target on my chest.
And I know that I am blessed, but those blessings come with anchors.
I’m the boat that’s held down by all the feelings of ranchor.
I’m starting fear this music will just become a canker
Keeping me from finding jobs, cuz I rap about the danker types of buds.
It’s something that I love.
I’m floating through the clouds like I was a fucking dove.
So when push comes to shove, I’ll be fighting for my right
To record this type of music even though my skin is white.
So I’ll scream out that much harder, using all of my might.
Just to show my rhymes are tight, and that I can pay tribute
To the music that I love, and to end this damn dispute.
Cuz my rhymes are so insane, it’s something that you can’t refute.

Na na na na na na na na na (x2)
Lemons on the chain with the v-cuts
Do do do duh do duh duh boo do (It's Gucci!)
Do do do duh do duh duh boo do (Burr!)
Trumpet noises (Burr!)
Trumpet noises (Lemon!) (x2)
(Yeah!!!) What the fuck?
Who the fuck let Gucci Mane on this track? (Hahhh)
Oh...wait.....hahaha (It's Gucci!)