I'm Not Wearing A Golden Sombrero.

I'm An F-18, Bro, And I Will Destroy You In The Air And Deploy My Ordnance To The Ground.

They Sell Pot Named After Me In The Dispensaries. And I'm Not Even A Pot Guy. I Was So Honored.

Just Tell The Truth And You're Home Free. If There Are Amends To Be Made, You Make Them. You Own It And Move On.

I'm Still Alive, Which Is Pretty Cool.

I'm Not Wearing A Golden Sombrero.