This is a song about "Jockin my stlyle"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

This is my original, my validation

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Your man wale in his own damn lane

My cash effected, my brain insane,

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You know...you know who you are

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

Catch you up on places i've been

Grab my knife and my gun

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

My god is my saviour he is my protector,