This is a song about "Gay jack"

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

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

? all white but the phantom is all black

The reality is i don't know jack

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

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

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Oh i gotta face the day

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

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

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Little gay lookin' boy