This is a song about "Bon mot"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Just to get people to peep in your locker

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

But my words mean something, your words are not preferred

Dont make a peep now skeet skeet do start what you

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

And all women who had light features, see

Don't mess with j-dot or you'll get sent up to glory

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

More like dick perpetual motion

When my gun got a red dot sight.

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

I better not hear a peep unless i speak,

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed