This is a song about "Js"

I got ones, threes, all the sheez you wish your js were as fresh as these

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

Outdoors got the heat waves from these j's

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Yee yee these js stay fresh for days,

I make the whack rappers all shake in their fake j's

Move like i’m walking with an open case