This is a song about "J wizel"

It was just another party

For that j number three

Now you better obey, imma pass it to my boy j

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

He's looking scarier than j. edgar hoover

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff

A rational b j given by your raps

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

Willing, gotta hand in blackjack so you know i'm dealing. they call me hustler j,

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Two double cups like i'm fuking juicy j.