This is a song about "The homie j hen balls and gets lit"

And in less than half an hour, she'll be licking on the balls

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Got home and see the police told my homie was killed.

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Light the j like racist light the cross and then i face it

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Crack the balls,and make jokers laugh as they work for fee,

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

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

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

And smart enough to flee the scene when the block is lit