This is a song about "J cole type beat"

And all of that was okay

My flow better than cool j

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Some type of competition

On that red-eyed kush flight

Look, now roll my j tight

Bitch, they call it motor city

For that j number three

D j t j, the best, do his thing

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

J, the j is for the judgement that's been put on me.

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

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay