Wow this verse blows. Half the shit doesn't even rhyme.
Welcome to the midwest (yeah!)
Where them Detroit players
Ball Like you have no idea
The boy is here
Got the whole place lookin like it's candy painted, ain't it?
Like we left the kids at home and let em' loose with their crayons
Fuck! I just hit a jogger
People lookin like frogger
They hoppin outta the way whenever they see Marshall's car comin
The kids painted my windows with black permanent marker
And left the rest of the car covered color like swirrel pops
And I got the bass thumpin'
But I'm bound to bump into somethin'
Kids are flying through the air lookin like they crumpin
They way they tumblin', I gotta do somethin
But soon as I hit the car wash to get the tar off
They just right back at it tomorrow
They're like, "Dad, this is in, so you with the trends"
This is for the pimps listenin to Mims
Nail polish on the rims
And now it's custom chrome
But I gotta go do a show
So go on with your bad self
Just have it back to normal
When I touchdown