This is a song about "Jersey jeff"

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

I'll retire nxt and hang his jersey from the rafters

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

My cousins home town is new jersey

About how you sold out to the norm like a whore on the jersey shore

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

You a young jeff bridges,

On the slow jam of love

You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I'm kobe in an orange jersey