This is a song about "Pb and j"

Only way to leave is by smoking this j, and drifting away, into space,

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

My criteria ain't even that serious

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

For that j number three

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Alright i hear ya lil j, loud and clear

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

To just come and shoot ya like when fabolous made ray j mad

I'm lyric j to the ' n a i

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high