This is a song about "Joey lee"

We got joey bada$$ and man, he'll soon be a star,

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

Following that was the death of harvey lee by ru-be

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

I flow like bruce lee in the water wit currents

Like bruce lee said,give your whack rhymes a smash

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing