This is a song about "Dot heads"

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

And j dot cant work well under the spot,

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

But i won't rest till i'm givin my respect

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot