This is a song about "Fresh j s"

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

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

Dc has never seen such progress

Enouph i still feel fresh

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

So you finally got the nerve

I'm fresh as fuck nigga

My all gold rolly or the

And losin all his money

Cause it your boy j reality