This is a song about "Fuck j"

And this will be the song that we sing

D j t j, the best, do his thing

Alright i hear ya lil j, loud and clear

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Cause it your boy j reality

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

Two double cups like i'm fuking juicy j.

Far as lyrical precision i'm imperial loser

He's looking scarier than j. edgar hoover

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

To those i deem worthy, rap king, little j