Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit tight and wait
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a thing called Real Estate
In western subnurbs born and raised
On the hard clay ground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And tellin everyone they dont need to be schooled
When a couple of illegal immigrants were jumpin the border
Started making trouble all up in my corner
I got in one little internet fight and my mom got a look
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Point Cook'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my lexus and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my keys.
I put my Tupac on and said, 'I might as well leave'.
First class, yo this ain't bad
Drinking burbon cans out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Point Cook living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're Labor, Left wing, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this conservative cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get a look
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Point Cook
Well, the policies lowered and when some gays came out
There was a dude who looked like a flog standing there with big ears sticking out
He said gays should be arrested like illegals that just got here
So I discrediteded some memes of eating onions and skolling beer.
I whistled for a lexus and when it came together
The license plate said Sherwin and it had luxurious white leather
If anything I could say that this lexus was expensive
But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, Labors economic mismanagement was extensive'
I pulled up to the office and there was this fob
And I yelled to the unionised leftie scum 'Yo flog get a better job'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally through the gate
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Real Estate