This is a song about "Eyeless jack"

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

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Next time dont panic when your raped by samurai jack

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

The reality is i don't know jack

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet