This is a song about "Abe lincoln"

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Out came some shit looking like a lincoln log eight feet long,

I bet its colder then nebraska.

My all gold rolly or the

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Your raps are as corny as nebraska

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Like rocky balboa or a grown eastwood

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

And scared he married o'hare the moment illinois put him in lock