This is a song about "J quizzy"

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

Wait a minute holy shit are you capital j?

For that j number three

Could i make you my baby

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Your stomach is aching michael j fox shaking

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

I'm lyric j to the ' n a i

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

Your careers over, he’s slumped over

J k, im just a joker

A rational b j given by your raps

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Now you better obey, imma pass it to my boy j

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday