This is a song about "Jay lee"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Glorifying puppets like jay-z to push agendas,

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Following that was the death of harvey lee by ru-be

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Like im tommy lee and she's that babe pam

I love to peel this bitch yung jay

Do it, okay, okay

I'm a real thug,you can call me jay

I need money in a major way

Getting higher than a fuking blue jay.

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way