So B.J.G can rap?
Let me find out that's a fact
That you spitting rhymes, and ain't put me on the track
Heard a song you did about some "f*ckboy" shit
Told ya mom, "that's how it starts"
We always find a way to get some pain off our hearts
That you made a negative into a positive
You done moved from New York to the G.A, you live
Hopefully from ya pops, to me and ya mother crib
Remember you was stressing and upset?
Well, hopefully now, you can see it was for the best
Anyway, as I was saying
Let me do a feature, I ain't playing
I love you boy, keep up the good work
Just wanted to spit a lil rhymes for you
Holla at ya boy...