This is a song about "Jimmy b"

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Rap is music with real substance b

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Everyday thinking faster than dudes at jimmy

So give it baby

I dare you, come at me b

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

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

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

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

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

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

My lady, my baby

Da real queen spellin b