This is a song about "Blu j"

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

I put that nigga in his casket

Im the only young j d-o

Why we gotta argue

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer

He's looking scarier than j. edgar hoover

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Cause it your boy j reality

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Laying in my bed watching dvd's on blu ray

Parallel on the other side

Look, now roll my j tight