This is a song about "J rock"

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Wait a minute holy shit are you capital j?

Cause it your boy j reality

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

For that j number three

Hey, must be the money

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

To those i deem worthy, rap king, little j

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Cause baby you're my rock

Like when fabulous made ray j mad

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

I'm a still love you

Im the only young j d-o

That damier bag i bought her

J k, im just a joker