This is a song about "Jay m"

Few chips, i get out n' spray

How i cruise it with a fat jay

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

About that nigga round the way, who's always high off a jay

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

We was high school peers, in junior high

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Glorifying puppets like jay-z to push agendas,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Leave the scene m rated

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit