This is a song about "J file"

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

A rational b j given by your raps

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Im the only young j d-o

Of crappy nasty shit from a truck fit file

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

And expose the exposed, getting the file enclosed while i'm being

That's my style/ compile a file that launch me up a mile/

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

That's why i shine like i does

J-sketch - back in business