This is a song about "Jimmy b"

First name dizzy last name b

Oops, i'm so sorry

I don't need no props b/

Cause some of you bitches funny

Rap is music with real substance b

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

"could of cost your life b"

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

But i guess that shit's just tough love

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

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty