"Tears fall all the way to the south of France," Ross spits, "Poverty
line hang lower than my pants / Invited to the Grammys but I feel so out
of place / After we watch plates they were always out of state." Later,
he drops references to Beethoven's Symphony No. 5 and James Cameron's Titanic, before conjuring a quintessentially Bawse image: "Aroma of the dank as I'm breezing through the bank."