Lyrics

Do Heaven got a penthouse that I could rent out?
I could see Rick James with his feet up on Prince couch
Always wanted to know, did Biggie get a big house?
Do Pac got a thug mansion? Is it pimped out?
Is it a place for the Jews and thе gentiles?
I heard street niggas ain't in thе top percentile
Real fast, my wife wanna know, do y'all got a gym now?
She talkin' 'bout she still tryna get her waist to slim down
Anyhow, forgive me for the taxes that I didn't file
I ain't even got back the money that I lent out
Can't even have a Corona, shit is gettin' wild
Runnin' around without a face mask like I'm Jim Brown
Oh, yeah, I heard about your son that you sent down
I wish there was a place that I could send flowers
My OG wrote me from the joint, you know, like a pen pal
And he asked if you could send a letter to the judge when he begin trial
'Cause we don't know when he gettin' out