This is a song about "A grandma named philly j"

There used to be a guy named undertaker

Of impactful things one can ask for

You other brothers can’t deny

I'm lyric j to the ' n a i

You can pick the next room

By a crackhead named june

I got a gun named moses, i’m in the club wit' it

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

A rational b j given by your raps

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats