This is a song about "Young j is trash"

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

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

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

We should fuck each others mothers

A place where everything is possible, for young and old/

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Is young roy baby up and coming

Hoping that he's listening

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

J moved on, darius is gone, when will i get to leave this?,