This is a song about "Fuck of jack"

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Just grab a jack, and relax

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

You remind me of cartoons fake as fuck.

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

So unzip the bra be in awe from the nipple

Off of smashing the jack,i had yager we got back to bills,cops looking for us

Verse one: 2paci take a shot of henessey now i'm strong enough to face the madness

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

That moschino shit is so back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

We kung-fu that jack black/

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

I put that nigga in his casket