This is a song about "Abdul j"

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

Two double cups like i'm fuking juicy j.

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

J-sketch - back in business

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Like j-j-j-mont, but next time she utters

Now you better obey, imma pass it to my boy j

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

He's looking scarier than j. edgar hoover

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

For that j number three

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

A rational b j given by your raps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

I know the world been waiting for that

Like when fabulous made ray j mad