This is a song about "Hazy j"

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Of us its so grainy were so lazy hazy

I was wondering maybe

It'll leave the cops hazy

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Maybe, my visions hazy, shaking, vaguely remembering my flow

Mines is family over everything

D j t j, the best, do his thing

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

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

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

My flow better than cool j

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

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

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn