This is a song about "Gracie and jack"

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Maybe i'll sit back and kick facts, hit jack and swallow,

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

And tricks will pull stunts on you out their hats like jack rabbits,

Mommy found out i’m paying everybody bills

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

"im not saying jack shit"

After that moscato hit

The reality is i don't know jack

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

And sipping the jack they pass

Little light in the ass