This is a song about "J rod"

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me he walked along the

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

I ain't really been myself since rod passed

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

A rational b j given by your raps

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

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

For that j number three

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Catching all these fishhhhh with a rod

He say, she say, oh my god

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

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day