This is a song about "J dilla"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

He's looking scarier than j. edgar hoover

For that j number three

We might be back in this baby

And men'll chase love

J-sketch - back in business

We no longer close or nothing

D j t j, the best, do his thing

To those i deem worthy, rap king, little j

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

D j t j is here to save all of rap

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Cold blooded j shooter. just don't forget it.

A rational b j given by your raps

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance