This is a song about "Young j is trash"

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Eleven years old why so young. is this gods plan for me,

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

A young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked glock,

D j t j is here to save all of rap

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Only way to leave is by smoking this j, and drifting away, into space,

Your stomach is aching michael j fox shaking

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

At 36 yrs old she is way to young to go home.

Long before i knew the significance of a comb