This is a song about "My js"

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I make the whack rappers all shake in their fake j's

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My streaks my testament.

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I’m tryna be low key