This is a song about "My johnson"

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

This is my original, my validation

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

These my rhymes and my story

On they twitter writing novels, see

My words are my rhythm

It's slight blemishes and life system

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,