He has a Rolls Royce driver named Coleman, a horse-pulled chariot, a grey SL, a benz with tinted windows... all in the album's first song.
He speculates one broad's clit tastes like porridge, another's p*ssy like a Cherry Clan.
"European footwear/I'm coming off a real good year/kush in the air/yeah/them nikkas like books, look square/I swear they ain't even got hood flair"
"That's why I keep the llama in a bomber jacket/that'll push your whole yarmulke backwards"
"I'm the next big thing/chicken heads cling/the bed-spring king"
"I'm a threat behind the designer specs/fly - you might find me in a spider web/Don Juan dialect/Hawaiian dime, got her by the neck"
"Roll up the purp with a smug 'fukk you' smirk"
"fukk you nikkas with a horse's cock/I'm taking mines off the top/whores watch as we board the yacht like George C. Scott/Ciroc/5 drops of olive oil in the wok..."
"I turn my pain into power/back in the day put the flame to the powder/my lady waited on the counter with the towel/while I sing a Rick James banger in the shower"
"mindblowing sex with the cognac breath"
"respect is the cornerstone/bum nikkas can't afford those clothes/the 44 is chrome with the long nose/call it Ginobili/you real, nikka? show me"
"a new chapter/new Aston, the ghost, call it Casper/the chain is Alaska (freezing)/the fact that my kicks is suede became a factor/I'm rolling hash with my current hoes/sniff the Chris Mullin off the envelope/smooth game, shea butter soap/200K, straight butter loaf"