This is a song about "Jimmy slater"

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

My shoes black, slater back/

This is why her nigga mad

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Everyday thinking faster than dudes at jimmy

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

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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