This is a song about "J cole diss"

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

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Because this record is only to diss

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn

Then j cole with the return of some underdog churn

Don't realize this is a diss

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Wait a minute holy shit are you capital j?

And ask me how was my night

Look, now roll my j tight

Spit a poem or a diss

You ain't working hard as this