This is a song about "Js"

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Often super gnar ,shred skateboards rip ,js and guitars

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

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

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

Yee yee these js stay fresh for days,

But i'm not in the first place