On My Soul $tupid Young (Ft. Iamsu!)

[Intro]
Who made the beat?
Apollo, ho

[Verse 1: Iamsu!]
Yeah, I'm a mack like Khalil
Yeah, I just speak on how I feel
Yeah, she work it low, she know the drill
I don't sip lean, don't pop pills
I'm a P, that's a fact, in her ear like some wax
I'ma run up them racks, bust it down with my staff
Racks on the floor, my low stack to my calf
You ain't really getting money, need to pick a different path
Wavy like a raft, I'm in Saks buyin' Raf
All this ice on my neck, walk past, catch a draft
Split shit in half, I'm a selfish lil' bastard
Zip of that Gelato make me think a lil' faster
Windy in Chicago, in the Hellcat, can't catch 'em
Said it loud and clear but I ain't think he got the message
So I had to reach behind my back like I was stretching
I'm plugged in with the Mexicans, Obama still my president
Ridin' around and I'm gettin' it, tryna put an end to it
It really ain't no sense in it, I'm ready for every incident
Need the top spot, I'm in for it
I'm on point like infrared
I hear a beat and I kill it dead