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

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

I'm lyric j to the ' n a i

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

Im the only young j d-o

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

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

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Move from the past to the present on the train

The money grubber, locomotive train motorcar motive

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got