This is a song about "Shawty krush lil crib baddie j h slay money"

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

You woman are cray, but hayyyy! i'm here to fucking slay.

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

No key for release

Have a crib, feel the breeze

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

But lil j is here to have words flowing off my tongue

Is the one that kept you happy and fed... h

With foreign names, valet the range

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

Nah-ha dis is b enough, h-h-had it too tough