This is a song about "The bumps on f and j"

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Never even seen an 'f' slashed on my report card.

Be careful and get ready to f*ckin cry

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

But i just can't stand how f***** up the whole world is

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

I'm lyric j to the ' n a i

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

No smilescause ain't a thing funny