This is a song about "My jeffy"

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

That is my wish, my fantasy.

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

When you took my hand up so calm

While jeffy-d hits the bong

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------