This is a song about "Jimmy b"

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

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

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

But you just listen to whats supposed to be "cool" b.

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit