This is a song about "Billie joe armstrong"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

// [billie jean is not my lover]

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

Bored, so i'm packin' bowls / faster than the hands of an average joe

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

"billie" in my "jeans", rest in peace mike jackson!

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Puffin' on stramonium. 'bout to go pro like joe and them/

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

// [billie jean is not my lover]

As: and while you’re in my mother