This is a song about "Blu j"

To those i deem worthy, rap king, little j

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

D j t j, the best, do his thing

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

Two double cups like i'm fuking juicy j.

I want to feel her in every way

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

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Now you better obey, imma pass it to my boy j

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Your stomach is aching michael j fox shaking

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king