This is a song about "Adam j"

For that j number three

Lets come up to my city

I'm lyric j to the ' n a i

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Im the only young j d-o

Niggas that guided me through

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Had a conversation with adam and had intercourse with eve

J-sketch - back in business

On the slow jam of love

Like adam and eve from god's path you're lost

If you thought it, it better be what you want

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

D j t j is here to save all of rap