This is a song about "Neil armstrong"

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

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

For the first time with robert and ani - yah

They infiltrate our homes, africa

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

My god isnt dwayne johnson

What up girl, tell me how you been

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Lose your mind in the rhythm, another kingdom ill from the cycling symptoms,

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise