This is a song about "Jimmy savelle"

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

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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

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

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

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

Everyday thinking faster than dudes at jimmy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit