This is a song about "Desi ka"

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Looking out te window pain

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

I'll keep her wrapped up tight like that guy in red state

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Gotta re-route over this hump,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

(a k e) seems like a woman to me

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

I'm a 1,000 lbs kettle bell compressed- bomb in the flesh

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Rocking my peers and putting suckas in fear

Alright i hear ya lil j, loud and clear