This is a song about "My homie j"

But lil j is here to have words flowing off my tongue

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Mary j my bitch ya know, got the swisher burnin slow.

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Check this out homie my parents are gone for the week

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

We gotta get back to what really matters

Watching my homie died try to get turf

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

And left my hand up in the air like i just shot the j

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

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away