This is a song about "I ll be doing my shit and all my niggas are looking at me"

You can call me ll j cause im losing my cool

I don't kiss and tell, that's so middle school

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

And all this shit had me questioning my religion/

Me and all my homies like to chill n shit

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

My pockets looking full and my wallet cant be tamed

Look at my gallery , those who i've challenge are all victims of battery, and forget

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

2 feet planted, keeping my head on a swivel for lurking niggas that are looking

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

My blunts are pearled like i pulled from a clam and shit

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Looking at me now dam i just look like my fuking dad