This is a song about "Jake s journal"

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

My bars is kickin' into steve urkel,been writing rhymes long as a journal

But that takes paper that we don't have so niggas put their souls up as collateral

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

S on my chest like a superman vest

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

And when i start to rise

It´s the battle of life