This is a song about "Fake j s"

Oops, i'm so sorry

For that j number three

I mean of course just the same old

S queezys very bold

D j t j, the best, do his thing

About the way i'm feeling

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

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

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

He's looking scarier than j. edgar hoover