This is a song about "Box j"

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

And like a boxer im beat her box,

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

J k, im just a joker

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Cause it your boy j reality

Ten years in an aluminum box

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man