This is a song about "Just"

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

These thoughts are just that, they're just thoughts

Alcohol and booty calls

You're just history

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

So i just do my best to remain true and just

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Of yourself now everyone just

Half your body laying on my chest

Just keep it straight and just not bent

Fuck that job been around that block

Man can you just stop? just stop.