This is a song about "J s on"

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Rollin 60's on the block, ya'll won't live to see another sun

D j t j is here to save all of rap

I'mma sign that work and release that

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

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth