This is a song about "Jj tricky"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

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

But shit fucked up and got tricky

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

Jj was big in the game shit, famous for his thirstiness and the controversies he would get

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack