This is a song about "Jazzy loves dave"

Loves whatever you make it

After that moscato hit

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Jazzy beats creep up in my seat,

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

He loves me but that's not all

Your throat loves when you shout

And i like my window tinted out

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

She loves it when i rap in to her ear

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

Burn it like it's dave koresh, make sure i don't make a mess,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress