This is a song about "Dopey mitchell"

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

I can't play basketball like michael jordan did

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't