This is a song about "J dilla"

A rational b j given by your raps

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

For that j number three

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

Wait a minute holy shit are you capital j?

And it begins to phase him more each day

To those i deem worthy, rap king, little j

I thought i recognized her

J k, im just a joker

Look, now roll my j tight

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

D j t j, the best, do his thing