This is a song about "Fake ass j s"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

D j t j is here to save all of rap

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Enough is enough with your fake ass lines

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Im not racist but i am crazy non of them fake ass killers can faze me,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Two double cups like i'm fuking juicy j.

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

I could have destroyed your fake-ass any day/