This is a song about "Mary j"

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

J, the j is for the judgement that's been put on me.

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Mary jane is my mother

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Lazies swallow trough autotrophs thats mary jane

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

D j t j is here to save all of rap

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Cause it your boy j reality

Two double cups like i'm fuking juicy j.

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love