This is a song about "Jimmy slater"

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

Hard to move on when you always regret one

My shoes black, slater back/

The door crack, niggas all black

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

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

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

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

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Everyday thinking faster than dudes at jimmy