Lyrics

Everywhere I hear the sound of a crackpot Rondo fanboy
And scolding Tone for elitist groans is a 99% man, boy
Well what can a millionaire hold
To store Gucci gloves for his hands?
In arid Scottsdale town
Walking around there’s a purse totin’ man

When you’re near Jay-Z and watching Prince without the Revolution
And Beyonce’s hair, you’re so aware, could render absolution
Well what can an omniscient man hold
In a strip club making business plans?
Taking bills out of his bag
For garter snaps is a purse toting man