This is a song about "Jessie j"

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Cold blooded j shooter. just don't forget it.

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

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Then the temperature of jessie passed out on the couch

He's looking scarier than j. edgar hoover

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

Wait a minute holy shit are you capital j?

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

D j t j is here to save all of rap

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

To those i deem worthy, rap king, little j