This is a song about "No type but i like retro j s"

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I'm lyric j to the ' n a i

No monopoly type flow, no chance

From an african american stance

I could have been a athletic type but god gave rap

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Revelations say you either fry or fly

She know i got the force like a j e d i

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Light the j like racist light the cross and then i face it

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

Me and my homieskick it like everyday