This is a song about "R j"

Wait a minute holy shit are you capital j?

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

For that j number three

What them tippers don't see

L y r i to the c

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Of masc to the field and double to the r

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

J, the j is for the judgement that's been put on me.

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

D j t j is here to save all of rap