This is a song about "Bitches alcohol weed the nba j otts d red"

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

D j t j is here to save all of rap

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

So let me tell you about this guy

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

D j t j, the best, do his thing

That hands you weed and alcohol

I don’t care where ya are

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

We going weed, women and some alcohol