This is a song about "J bizz"

Cause it your boy j reality

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

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

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

My flow better than cool j

I'm lyric j to the ' n a i

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

Now you better obey, imma pass it to my boy j

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

If you ain't about money

For that j number three

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Two double cups like i'm fuking juicy j.

A rational b j given by your raps

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse