This is a song about "Brad simpson"

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

U smell like ma armpit,while uve been on ma cock pit,ma bars hit ma shit like jolie n brad pitt,

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Bitch i'll oj simpson you like i just did to this verse