This is a song about "Jersey jeff"

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

So let 'em chase love

You a young jeff bridges,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

My cousins home town is new jersey

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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