This is a song about "Jay s"

Glorifying puppets like jay-z to push agendas,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Now you got me hopped up on that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

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

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

But five years from now i bet she see

I dunno lil' jay... tell me.