This is a song about "My js"

My own unknown is my enemy,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Outdoors got the heat waves from these j's

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

My streaks my testament.

Trying hard to speak and

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Now if you give us a chance

That is my wish, my fantasy.

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see