This is a song about "Atumn and jimmy"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Social conditioning and

Fuck you if you feelin' different

And it rules everything around them

Could he be weird al, could he be jimmy fallon?

This is love, nothing else close

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And a fridge and some broccoli

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Living young and wild and free