This is a song about "J and rose"

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Cause this is my game, i rose and got back up now what do you say?, you get no love/

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

My flow better than cool j

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Light the j like racist light the cross and then i face it

Live from the lamont's rose

Some friends, some hoes

And if ya want ya rap career to blow we'll change ya name to j. cole,

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

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

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Alright i hear ya lil j, loud and clear

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those