If you havin' Ellis problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems
But my custom Jag ain't one
The year's '10 and my pads are Raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law
I got two choices y'all sign Steve's contract or (hmmm)
Bounce on the double call the KHL by four.
Now I ain't tryin' to eat caviar with no pay.
Plus I got a few saves I can make my case
So I...pull over to the side of the road
I heard "Son do you know why I'm signin' you for?"
Cause I’m young and I’m white and my paycheck’s real low?
Do I look like the kind of guy to understand escrow?
Am I under contract or should I guess some more?
Oh aren’t you sharp as a tack,
you some type of expert or something,
somebody important or something?
I ain’t pass the CPA but I know a little bit
Enough to know that FLA can’t legally tax my shit.
Glove tap to Plea From A Cat Named Felix.