This is a song about "Jj tricky"

But shit fucked up and got tricky

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

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

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city