§ Hello, motherfucker, I'm the one and only, Classy! The Fifty (Enclosure 50) is my crib, don't cramp my style! You see this, I'm the only fool in this place that can pull off a suit. I stay Classy, you stay outclassed, damn son! Move on, losers!

You watch yourself, when I walk in, you watch where I walk, or you're gonna get hurt! You see, I've got friends in high places, heaven and hell beholding. There ain't nothing I haven't done, I've done time! I've seen men get eaten by seals, and I done fixed those seals. Watch your step!

I've got a motherfucking gun, Lil' Juicy, cause it pops open heads like a grape, and made me a smoothie. Learn it like you do yo' mama's name, and praise it like a winner, or you're gonna hit bad luck wagon, slamming back bottles like they were smokes! Yuh. (Yes, it's a real gun. Be careful.)

Shoutout to motherfucking Tupac, he's the realest in the game. Y'all wouldn't know what he did, but he's all up in those fool Foundation. And shoutout to my homie from another mother, the baddest, Emperor! I saw you, I saw you! You talked that fool down, and you still shot him on stage, that was the most gangster shit, dog. Make sure to listen to his newest hit, real respect. §