This is a song about "J rod"

We getting money, you can face the facts

A rational b j given by your raps

Cold blooded j shooter. just don't forget it.

The next day you is everybody target

D j t j, the best, do his thing

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

Can you picture my specific plan

When love comes callin', don’t look away

My flow better than cool j

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

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

Better yet they work my every nerve

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