This is a song about "Jamie anderson"

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Least we forget about jamie

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Watch as i transform, jamie lanister form and slay the king,

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Fuck that anderson leg used to be a pimp till that bitch went limp

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

The open with nowhere to hide no jamie foxx law abiding citizen.