This is a song about "Brooke thompson"

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

So come against me, bitch this shit is chopper galore,

Thats what my dad was doing

Don't want to be the king

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

The third one is mixed, white and black

They hop on my dick like they got no dad

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that