This is a song about "Master j"

Cause it your boy j reality

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

In case i betray my people and master

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

J-sketch - back in business

But i guess that shit's just tough love

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

But am i less holy

For that j number three

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

G5, clearport, say hello to the man

Better yet they work my every nerve

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

And then along came the wrong man for her

Because back then i wasn't a master