I'm Not Chris Rock

I can't attempt to hold you down cause I ain't gravity

Bend you cross my knee and spank your ass, bitch, you so bad to me

Texting me and knowing you ain't no freak, it's called audacity

Plotting on me and thinking I can't see, gon' be a tragedy

You sent that text, expecting me to text back, what exactly

Send me your OF content free, you wanna make me happy

I'm not Chris Rock, a nigga gone die on stage, he try to slap me

I'm Scarred from Big and Pac, don't even wave at me in traffic

My belt, Gigi, no Fox, but Rick in L.A. with Rick Owens

I'm with my daughter, don't even speak, I'll crash on you, no Kobe