This is a song about "Matching jays"

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

You can't stop me faggot, our skills aren't even matching,

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

Lighting up the jays, that i want in my brain

That i craft these lines to rhyme matching every beat to flow

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

To compare me with him is like nike to jays

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Or when flying down a panel in some hi-top jays

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

And pray for better days

Weed and rapping weed in jays