This is a song about "Merv j"

For that j number three

Summertime in the city

Now you better obey, imma pass it to my boy j

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Look, now roll my j tight

And if i want to go outside

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Your stomach is aching michael j fox shaking

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Cold blooded j shooter. just don't forget it.

My flow better than cool j

It has been this way

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

And they respect that, say that i'm real man