This is a song about "Mikey j"

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away

Willing, gotta hand in blackjack so you know i'm dealing. they call me hustler j,

Look, now roll my j tight

And you're approaching me right

I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say

To those i deem worthy, rap king, little j

Wait a minute holy shit are you capital j?

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

And it tried to run away but "sikey mikey" dragged it back

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man