This is a song about "Jj tricky"

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

It gets tricky without tha cash this hour glass not long enough

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

But shit fucked up and got tricky

This is like riding through the city

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Gotta learn from my mistakes, rhymes must become more tricky/

Go and ask fenty, hating ass nigga, sweeter than a simply

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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