This is a song about "Jimmy"

Ass-clappin', shawty bag out the wagon

Could he be weird al, could he be jimmy fallon?

My rhymes are brake lights on #late #nights, jimmy fallon,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I feelin like the ?bob?, when he was on da fone wit jimmy.

And if you know planet apps is a place for you little jimmy

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

And a head like jimmy neutron, now who's tryna be my cindy?

Typed his name in the system and they couldn't find his identity

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Everyday thinking faster than dudes at jimmy