This is a song about "J his"

D j t j, the best, do his thing

Hating my macking, they asking

I'm lyric j to the ' n a i

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Two double cups like i'm fuking juicy j.

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Cause it your boy j reality

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So you finally got the nerve

Like j-j-j-mont, but next time she utters

For that j number three

But i think i like that, just maybe

D j t j is here to save all of rap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Im the only young j d-o

I think i could save you