This is a song about "Jimmy casket"

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

It's disastrous, i'm laughin', your lack of talent's a casket

Everyday thinking faster than dudes at jimmy

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

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

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

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

The future is born, put the past in the casket

After they lower your casket i'll smack the pastor that viewed ya

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

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

Happy until their casket gets closed, i'mma go out guns blazing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring