A yo, last night I had a dream that I won a grammy
But my acceptance speech was something so uncanny
I'm tryna remember it so you understand me
It went something like this if I could remember clearly
F*ck depression
F*ck the president
F*ck the press and
F*ck the people's perception on profiting from phonographs
They prefer to purchase purses for purpose unknown to man damn
Prolly to substitute for holding hands
F*ck the po po
F*ck the pope
F*ck the precinct
F*ck the poverty policies nigga yea I peeped it
F*ck this panel
F*ck this podium
F*ck the plagiarized paragraphs that y'all reading from on this teleprompter
And f*ck your posse ain't a problem til' we poppin' pistols
She pussy poppin' for profits cause she got papi issues
So f*ck your lawyer
F*ck your manager
F*ck your masters
F*ck everything in this world
But Never f*ck you passion