This is a song about "Jacob johnson"

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

So now she picks up the gun

My god isnt dwayne johnson

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel