First, random announcements of
my presence on this particular song
you're listening to, maybe salutations
to my hometown's residences and braggadocios
claims that that place of dwelling
is superior to all others.

Then the actual beginning of the first
verse where I state my position
in the rap industry, that it is quite
amazing and better than all my
peers efforts. I'll inform you of my superior
style of rapping and intersperse that
with sexually explicit things I would
do to girls, given the chance, and how very
hard it is living on my own, or the "streets",
and hint that there are friends or even
persons listening to said track that can relate
to how tough it is, money being scarce and
law enforcement agents harassing me through no
fault of my own, I can assure you. And yet,
though I finished stating the financial woes
forced upon me, I'll begin expressing my
fondness for all of the sparkling jewelry I wear,
and bring that back around to the girls
that I also treat to my riches and the jewelry
they wear and state very bluntly that because I give them
said riches, they certainly are more than happy
to do all sorts of sexually explicit things as
a sort of gratitude for my seemingly innocent generosity.

The chorus will be a sample of a classic
Motown tune modified through the wizardry of
modern technology, vaguely recognizable sans bass line
with a catchy hook full of current slang talk
to help connect me with my audience and show that
I "get it", as a girl sound bites portions in between my
rap, expressing how amazing I am from the club to the bed.

Going into the second verse, I'll bounce off
the fact that my stance and walk, "swagger"
if you will, is truly impressive, so much so
that when I enter into an establishment, people
who can't help but notice me release a slew of
expletives because they're in such shock and awe
over the energy vibrating off me, the money I must have,
and my sexual prowess in bed, naturally.
I'll mention briefly again that the girls
really want to engage in sexual acts of misconduct
with me because of my outer appearance but casually
brush off such observations with coolness and a bit of
wit, as if it is something that I encounter quite
often, so much so, it ceases to faze me in the least.

The chorus comes on again and this time,
in the background of the vocals being sung
is my vocals approving how good the song is
and how spectacular I am, along with random statements
of my original hometown’s aspirations for being
the quintessential location for living.

My method of rapping will chance slightly with
the third and final verse, with full
assurances to the legions of
un-named individuals who are purposely out
to thwart attempts of me successfully
becoming very rich and famous at such a relatively
young age will not succeed and I will continue to
rise above all of them in terms of wealth, fame
and that the flock of women surrounding me
at present will stay by my side at all times,
with an addenda to that last image to a popular
playboy like Hugh Hefner or Tom Jones,
which will also, coincidentally, show off my literary
weight as well. For final reiteration, I'll again
speak of my sexual abilities, this time issuing
myself in the third person with an alternate
stage name being used, which can never be
stated enough, and the condition of the various women
I leave in after said encounter in such a blissfully
high euphoric state and finish up stating my
skills are known worldwide, will
never diminish or shrink as the years and years
pass by with some sort of comparison to a
expensive car's integrity solidifying the image.

The chorus will loop and loop with me thanking
the person who produced the track by saying his
name over and over, greetings again to
gentlemen and ladies alike from my hometown and
reminders to the listeners how great and important
I am in their lives and that me rapping will
happen seemingly forever.