This is a song about "Fuck chief j"

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

I'm in a another world just call me master chief

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

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

I'll spy on ya chief, see a gold on top

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

D j t j, the best, do his thing

Now you better obey, imma pass it to my boy j

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

And i know - there'll never be peace

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef