This is a song about "Ll coolj"

Mean facts that ll make you scream fast ease back

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

You ll still be a prize winner

When i’m looking in the mirror

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Iaint tryna hurt nobody i ll just spit some verbs

You can call me ll j cause im losing my cool

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Ll me but i'm still me, now you know the real me.

Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free