This is a song about "Jeff patrick keith victor dan"

Lady g, willy b in time

Dan ghostt always on his grind, when i rhyme,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

While im rapping like emniem wayne or drizzy these nigga being patrick

Dan ghostt, i'm back with no trace,

Driving my car to a foreign place

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

No matter , what we know who was victor in our minds

I have to be quicker, i have to be the victor

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

I'm everything that they call nice

Some shit like this would be keith,