This is a song about "Js"

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

Yee yee these js stay fresh for days,

Move like i’m walking with an open case

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Outdoors got the heat waves from these j's

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Don't try to buy my js they put you in debt

Often super gnar ,shred skateboards rip ,js and guitars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

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