This is a song about "Josh disney wilson"

Stops bein hyper, josh its time to act cool...

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

You said that my rhymes belong on disney, but yet you want no cussing in a rap battle

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Told josh and vlad boy they were glad

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

Josh is underachievin, so how bout ya sing along

You probably jerkin off to the disney channel, duff

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

My name is josh and i don't like to pretend to be something i don't intend to be

We deal with his shit, that's josh he just don't care,

And got her room number, you can find me there