This is a song about "J cole and his ill minded bithces"

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

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

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Ask hopsin why his ill mind is so unforgivable

And this the endso good luck with your career

Alright i hear ya lil j, loud and clear

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Bro when me and j dot take the spot you're facin a storm

Open minded, enlightened

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

To just come and shoot ya like when fabolous made ray j mad

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that