This is a song about "Just"

Of yourself now everyone just

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Another fiend who quit believing, another demon, just

Y’all just skim through words and you’re just skippin’ the lines,

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

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

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

I just murdered a motherfucker in just minutes

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Plottin' don’t even worry

You're just history

Just pray to the lord, and you'll be just fine, son.

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun