This is a song about "J rod"

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

Two double cups like i'm fuking juicy j.

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

To those i deem worthy, rap king, little j

Look, now roll my j tight

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

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

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

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

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

This ones for the lovers

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

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

A rational b j given by your raps