This is a song about "B rides the j train"

J, the j is for the judgement that's been put on me.

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Move from the past to the present on the train

I rather give you my last to see you live again

The destinations hell, and this is a one way train!

He couldn't take the pain so he took the train

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

And getting money is the song i sing

D j t j, the best, do his thing

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Preferably on the train crossing line, fuck you

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

A rational b j given by your raps