This is a song about "Eyeless jack"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

We gave him glasses but he's still blind, is he eyeless?

May just gon' bring hobo back

We kung-fu that jack black/

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

The reality is i don't know jack

Later going to jack some shit as we choke on shaggys spit

You never play with young boys cause they never private

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

You gotta new pack of new crack, stop acting o.g you only new jack

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit