This is a song about "J stylin type rap"

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

I could have been a athletic type but god gave rap

D j t j, the best, do his thing

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

D j t j is here to save all of rap

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Look, now roll my j tight

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Cause some of you bitches funny

For that j number three

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

He's looking scarier than j. edgar hoover

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

Two double cups like i'm fuking juicy j.