This is a song about "Abdul j"

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

D j t j, the best, do his thing

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

Willing, gotta hand in blackjack so you know i'm dealing. they call me hustler j,

He's looking scarier than j. edgar hoover

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Im the only young j d-o

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

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

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

And that i spent the night with her

J k, im just a joker

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

D j t j is here to save all of rap

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

You little young-ass motherfuckers