This is a song about "J rod"

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

J k, im just a joker

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

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

With such an ugly picture in it and

I ain't really been myself since rod passed

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

He's looking scarier than j. edgar hoover

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

Cause when i make this stew

Im the only young j d-o

J-sketch - back in business

Rub the wood and ima show em love

I'm lyric j to the ' n a i

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly