This is a song about "Jack aiken"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

You're not usin' your brain

Jack your wheels at the red light

And if i want to go outside

It shows i know a bit

"im not saying jack shit"

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

We kung-fu that jack black/

This is why her nigga mad