This is a song about "Jim o brien"

Mother, o my mother

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

But look, she went and dialled triple o

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Doctor told him to eat jelly eya-eya o

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

My mission is to make em laugh, jim carey

We vegetables, on them record labels

O so maybe it's for quite levels

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

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

But i remain the good kid

O wait...your moms already did/

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift