This is a song about "Jimmy fallon"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Everyday thinking faster than dudes at jimmy

Make fun of your dealings with my millions on fallon/

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

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?

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

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

I keep shit #rollin' like the #phillies #jimmy, pass me #pair #of #dice,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise