This is a song about "Big j"

J k, im just a joker

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

To those i deem worthy, rap king, little j

D j t j, the best, do his thing

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Cold blooded j shooter. just don't forget it.

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

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

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Look, now roll my j tight

Walk blind into a line or fight