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

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Chill with asap and get get lit

'cause i had the strength and balls

Shots, they back and forth

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

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

Or all the times that i got lit.

With g's in my pocket

Messing with the blessing of balls and malls are stressing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Fire lit, diffuse the wick, mixed with vodka and gin,

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Wrapped myself in plastic and lit candles in the room