This is a song about "Fake j s"

J, the j is for the judgement that's been put on me.

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

D j t j is here to save all of rap

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

We don't believe you, you need more people

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I'm lyric j to the ' n a i

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die