This is a song about "J s on"

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

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

The richest place on earth

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

Even if there's a j dee dilla hit on it

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Told j-dot, when you get on that battle field, you're ready to win or lose.

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break