This is a song about "Pb and j"

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

And j dot cant work well under the spot,

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Cause it your boy j reality

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

For that j number three

Mama made her pretty

Which you know i'm different, right

Look, now roll my j tight

Two double cups like i'm fuking juicy j.

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

You other brothers can’t deny

I'm lyric j to the ' n a i