This is a song about "A mean song about jack"

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

All the people gather into a crowd and sing a song

Together all the timethought it was true love

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Read notes for a disclaimer on this song

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

Everything's intact, amma king, your a jack.

We gonna be all the way gone

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

Just grab a jack, and relax

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags