This is a song about "Jennifer lombard"

We forever be real, we'll never fold

These faces and places are growing old,

No sun's let in to shine till, latin i bet then you'll be reckoned inclined to

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

This irritation of life that's getting real old

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Emceeing skills arent build in a day just like rome

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Top of my pile of bodies

I give bitches dick and leave

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai