This is a song about "Jag"

He vanished just like a fad, no kiss, no phone,

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

With my mind, so i dont end up on a killing spree

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

I'm a lyrical acrobat among a fad of bratty gnats

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

I'll willingly body them lyrically and carry on my winning spree

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (jj fad)

Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (jj fad)

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that