Part 1 (prod. Topiq the Smooth Prophet):
Alright, now everybody gather while I tell ya’ll a story
Of a college kid named Jimmy who went out ‘cause he was horny. Wore a, new button-down, fresh pair of Jordans,
Fossil watch, Polo cologne he was sporting.
Called his boy Porter and another friend Peter
And his Spanish friend Juan came through with the tequila.
So they took a couple shots ‘til they all were in need
Of a ride to the club, they hopped on the P2P.
And found a girl Nina, she was new to the scene a
19 year old girl, her I.D. said she’s Tina.
Took her to the bar, told her she could have it all, she said “I don’t even know where to start with alcohol.”
Then she ordered cognac told him make it tall
Bartender wanted stacks, credit card, and his car. Open-jawed, Jimmy sent the drink back appalled, told her “Maybe I won’t really f*** with you after all.”
Then he hit the dance floor showing off his moves,
Saw a girl across the way and she was looking at our dude. Hourglass body shape, Double-D boobs,
Couldn’t help to think it’s great if he could see her in the nude. Stepped to the girl, told her, “Hi my name is Jimmy.”
Then she said, “What’s up?” told him that her name was Whitney. Took a second to travel then it all a sudden hit me
That her breathe smelled like an animal had died inside a chimney.
A tickle in his kidney said that it was time to piss.
The night was getting late and he was still without a miss. He shook off his pecker and he exited the stall,
Went to the dance floor and saw a girl against the wall. 300 pounds she was bigger than them all,
Legs like an elephant and belly rolls like a wal-rus,
He didn’t care, he was in a rush.
Stepped to the girl and he asked her what was up.
Looked her in the eye, touched her on the butt
Then all a sudden from behind his shoulder got a tug. She said, “This is Doug and before you start your mac, He’s my boyfriend just home from Iraq.”
The big man hit little Jimmy with a smack
Picked up a barstool and he hit it across his back. Stepped to the lad and he carried him off his feet, Walked to the door and he threw him in the street.
So next time you go to the bar on the P2P
Save yourself the trouble, stay home and beat your meat. ‘cause you don’t wanna have the same fate as our hero, Picking gravel out your teeth, take it from me though.

Part 2 (prod. Sup Doodle):
Now Jimmy's story wasn't final, cuz he still had finals.
But his money wasn't fine, though.
So then he got an idea, and it goes, like this:
Last time we saw Jimmy he was thrown into the dirt.
But finals week was here and he was steady pushing work.
At first, sold pencils in exams out his shirt.
Now he moved Blue Books, sold 'em til his back hurt.
Jimmy was making profit cuz he sold the books for cheap.
But the Aderall was wearing off, he had to get some sleep.
So then the young man walked back to where his head lay.
"Stop what you're doing!"- A cop on a segway.
He didn't make no headway, Jimmy started running
Didn't wanna face the Honor Court, he started bugging.
His heart was thumping...the Segway motor was humming.
A plan came came when he felt the thing inside his bag rubbing.
He pulled out a black piece and aimed it at the man.
It was a book about Black Peace, he threw it out his hand
And the rent-a-cop hit it, crashed his bike, Jimmy ran.
And escaped into the night to sell scholastic contraband.