This is a song about "Jerry got a fake belt"

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

Cause i hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

U a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Got these fake g's lookin at me dumbfound

Don’t know if i’m ‘posed to take you out

Just say he's the best

With a 9 in the belt

I got the same hammer under my belt, making these chocolate girls melt.

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

You fake like money your a counterfeit

My shit was submarine like, under ship

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

I'm everything that they call nice