This is a song about "J rod"

D j t j, the best, do his thing

And how it feels to feel that feeling

While bystanders applaud and nod, while i'm beating you to death with a fucking rod,

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

A rational b j given by your raps

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

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

J, the j is for the judgement that's been put on me.

All we need is convienient love

J-sketch - back in business

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Well, that's what you are

J k, im just a joker