This is a song about "My boy jmac"

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Round & round/ town boy/ but my pops is from detroit\

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Im shinin bright so bright just like my white boy swagger does

We never tattle, let god handle that

She said.......boy take my pussy an start poppin it,

Cos at my altitude i'm not a shitty boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face lookin' boy

Crystal clear zoned mirror , need please on knees deplete destroy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,