This is a song about "A grandma named philly j"

Hot like spain, run by a guy named satan

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel

Maybe i'll have a wife, and a beautiful boy named brady/

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I’m pulling you over

J k, im just a joker