This is a song about "J cole diss"

For that j number three

All i want is you baby

And it begins to phase him more each day

To those i deem worthy, rap king, little j

Of one day getting older

J k, im just a joker

Babe you know it gets no better than this

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

Professing they found one ready as this

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

It's gonna fucking hurt kurt, when i turn you into cole-man

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

Wait a minute holy shit are you capital j?

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday