(Chorus). I'm tired of the bullshit competin' with these other chicks. You don't know what to do with this you act like. Guess What?. I am leaving you and guess what.
Girl, girl, girl. That's your life. Girl. Smoking that glass pipe. . I come from the city of dope. It couldn't be saved by john the pope. Coz the base head lyric sees the light.