First things first, my feet need a ventilator, spittin' gas out is my favorite way to meditate. That is set afire, the smoke will make it levitate. Next thing's next, you're floatin' through the Milky Way. Crushin' on these beats like Mighty with the 808. And pumpin' on these bricks, I'll be drivin' 188. And I'll make it so that if it didn't give it time of day, I'm poppin' like a metal hitter, shot of fire and shot of plates.