This is a song about "Jim o brien"

Unless they o d like heath ledger

The plight of a rapper or whatever

I thought i recognized her

Mother, o my mother

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

My mission is to make em laugh, jim carey

O wait...your moms already did/

Showed it to john mccain, said it wasn't crooked

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

So he got an ache in his belly eya-eya o