This is a song about "Jim c"

Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

Third ward general, young cash money

Now this shit is turning to a habit

(blind..shit) and ''carl-c'' when they won they deserved it

And losin all his money

Even ice, i , c , e

Gon put yo ass threw some pt while you bump some c/

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

My mission is to make em laugh, jim carey

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big