This is a song about "Cj and the olympics"

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

And ball until the throne and thrall

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

And the rest stay to fumble and crumble

I've seen better acts from the special olympics/

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Huh, i can't interpret her

So dunn stay silent

Grab the scissors and saws and

And since the best died and rest sighed

Jt: no one to hold her tight

The do’s and don’ts are black and white

You gotta make sure you aim right