This is a song about "Them j s"

We no longer close or nothing

D j t j, the best, do his thing

For that j number three

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Like j-j-j-mont, but next time she utters

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

I call em up, they might fall through

Im the only young j d-o

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

He's looking scarier than j. edgar hoover

Listen to every word that i slur

J k, im just a joker

Something worth dying for