This is a song about "A jay"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

About that nigga round the way, who's always high off a jay

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Got a jay in my hand, but so many references if i may

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

Glorifying puppets like jay-z to push agendas,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

I love to peel this bitch yung jay

When love comes callin', don’t look away

I'm a real thug,you can call me jay