This is a song about "Spark the j"

I need the spark, spark the joint filled with tree bark

A working genius, a work of art

Mary j my bitch ya know, got the swisher burnin slow.

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

Im the only young j d-o

And while you doin you

I'm on the run, keep running

D j t j, the best, do his thing

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

So ray j went straight to radio station the very next day

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

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

And j dot cant work well under the spot,

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top