This is a song about "Lil jo and fat j"

And left my hand up in the air like i just shot the j

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

And stop idolising fake rappers like lil wayne

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Just to come and shoot ya, like when fabolous made ray j mad