This is a song about "We tryna rap put pv on the map follow me on the twitta app"

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

Later on the grown up was running the map man

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Mulan, she on the futon, tryna do lines

So just put the fucking lotion on or set me off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

The concept is so absurd

Put your brains on the curb

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

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