This is a song about "Idol"

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

Your wife your bridal be in denial because she wanna marry her idol,

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Where my idol lays resting in peace

Success is my idol being broke is my rival

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

The teens need a new idol, ill tell em to admire this.

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

He was my idol, fuck the bible so instead,

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?