This is a song about "Holden likes to be called james"

Jansport called and told ya backpack to ya original habitat/

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Can't be called a god cause of shit i write, right?

She might be goin' home with me tonight

We can't afford to pay the lease, we release, called,

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Or like the godfather, you'll be goin' out the james caan way

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft

If no one misses you can it really be called tragic?

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet