This is a song about "J"

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Cold blooded j shooter. just don't forget it.

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

D j t j, the best, do his thing

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

To those i deem worthy, rap king, little j

What them tippers don't see

For that j number three

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

I'm lyric j to the ' n a i

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Alright i hear ya lil j, loud and clear

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

Cause it your boy j reality

But make sure if they do see