This is a song about "Jimmie johnson"

So now she picks up the gun

My god isnt dwayne johnson

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

My talent should take me places i've never been

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise