This is a song about "Mary j blige"

The richest place on earth

Like j-j-j-mont, but next time she utters

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

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Like hoes down in magic city

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Jump off... hoping, i'm hoping

D j t j, the best, do his thing

Is this fuckin mary jane

So we can live again

That damier bag i bought her

Mary jane is my mother

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn