This is a song about "J man"

Willing, gotta hand in blackjack so you know i'm dealing. they call me hustler j,

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

He's looking scarier than j. edgar hoover

I'm lyric j to the ' n a i

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

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

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Like when fabulous made ray j mad

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that