This is a song about "Jake s journal"

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

My garage full of cars that bounce

Bad, just like an 80's car

She is far bizarre

Babblin in my journal i finally ain't travelin this fucking circle, no longer feelin hurtful

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

If only i could go back into the 80’s

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Enforce, i'm elegant and

S on my chest like a superman vest

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',